Twiz- that is the thought that's been haunting me ever since he lit up the way he did. I mean just the slightest touch on the area, not even applying pressure, and he stomps and moves away, nips at the air, swishes his tail, just over all pissy attitude. Increase the pressure the SLIGHTEST bit and he is kicking out.
I'll feel a lot better once I hear a diagnosis and have some plan as to treatment. Just waiting kills me. I have a way too active mind. Waiting the weekend out means I just have 48 hours to scare myself to death (ha)