Help my cat get life saving Perineal Urethrostomy surgery!

This is my absolutely sweet, loving and smart boy Teddy. On July 26th he was sent to the vet with a urinary blockage that needed immediate attention and a catheter put in, which the veterinarian left in for less than 6 hours before the catheter apparently was slipping out and they decided to just take it out and sent him home. That morning he was doing great, urinating but only slightly but otherwise happy and alert, we took him for a recheck and he was deemed as fine and healthy.

He blocked again the next day, and since it was Sunday the vet was open for limited hours, we couldn't get the funds we needed in time and an emergency visit would require thousands. He ended up being blocked until Monday with us constantly monitoring him, we brought him to the vet and they confirmed his bladder was very hard and needed a catheter right away. I stressed I wanted to make sure the catheter was in for at least 24 hours, if not 48. It was in for less than 24. I was told I would get a call in the morning and didn't, I had to squeeze any updates out of them before the vet finally called at 4:30pm.

When we got to the vet to pick him up, I noticed something very wrong with him, he was acting extremely different and concerning, I was then handed his bag of medication (Clavamox and Gabapentin were prescribed to him for his first procedure) and told they put him on Lorazepam, I was never once told this over the 4 phone calls I had with them and never asked for consent to start him on something new. I even had to ask if it was safe to take with his other medications, there was no communication. He was also given the biggest dose of the medication without trying to wean him onto it. I asked if he could urinate on his own and got a quick reply of 'he peed this morning with the catheter', they also fed him a different food than the urinary one they stressed he needed and is currently eating right now

We got him home and there was something very very wrong, this wasnt simple sedation effects. The medication was supposed to relieve anxiety but I have never seen a more anxious cat in my life. He was twitching, jerky, yowling and his eyes were confused, scared and not all there. The best way I could describe his movements was like distemper, twitchy and obsessive. He could not sleep or calm down, the only time he could was when I would bounce him like a baby and sing to him, which only calmed him for a little while. He was a completely different cat, and we were scared but again, the vet was closed. He would try to go to his litter box but would fall all over the place and become obsessive about digging like he was frozen on that action and couldn't think of the next step.

By the next morning he was collapsing, his breathing was fast, he was extremely weak and he is not a weak cat by any means. He was dying and we felt helpless. We called up the vet and got so angry at them, we were already at our wits end with them surprising us with fees not talked about, the lack of communication and the lack of care and though I didn't want to bring him back, I needed to save him. He was so weak he pooped all over himself and I had to run and clean him, the water seemed to knock some life back into him he actually began to move a bit to clean.

We brought him there and they were not listening to me explain how much of an extreme difference this was, he was dying on the kitchen floor that morning and they said it was just sedation. I hadn't given him the pill because I knew what was wrong, so the sedative effect would've been gone or minimal by then, and his symptoms were extreme; he was having a reaction. They took him in and ran all kinds of tests through the day, gave him an antidote and did blood work. Everything came back healthy thankfully even after the reaction, they monitored him through the day before I could pick him back up. He was still acting the same when I got there, less so but still completely unlike himself but we all hoped he would get better once he was relaxed at home.

His symptoms started to improve slowly, but he still seemed very confused and his coordination was extremely off, he also still couldn't pee right, only dime-nickel sized pees. Off we go to the vet again, as much as I didn't want to we had a recheck for his reaction, and he's blocked again. I was at a loss, its been extremely hard to deal with this mentally and physically and I had to make a decision I didn't want to make. My mom and I talked about it and decided we wanted him home for the night to just relax. The vet used a syringe to remove some urine and make him less uncomfortable before we went home, and what a difference. He was himself, only with some strangeness from the reaction still that I hope isnt lifelong, but he's himself enough and very happy. He's still so extremely healthy, he's already healed the bruises from his procedures, he's active and perky, he eats and drinks, plays with his favourite toy, poof, plays with his brother. Its devastating to see such a wonderful ball of light be on deaths door because of this, he's so healthy otherwise.

In the morning he was getting more tired and trying over and over to pee to no avail, he was getting upset again. The vet called, I again didn't want to go back there but seeing how full of life he still was, I couldn't give up. He's getting a catheter again, hopefully it will be enough to save him.

This was his last chance at being normal that we could provide and we couldn't pass it up, but we have no idea what might happen or what the future holds. If he blocks again now, I can't put him through this again, we've used up all of our funds and the funds of generous people donating on tumblr, and even more than that, I can't keep putting him through the stress of being in and out of the vet, that's not the quality of life he deserves. He even chipped a tooth from this, whether at home or at the vet im unsure, but it was from the reaction he was having and the movements he made on it.

If he can get PU surgery he will be free from this.

Teddy is an amazing boy, he'll be 2 in September along with his best friend and brother Alastair. He and I have a bond like I've never seen before, he's my rock, I'm his rock, he's gotten me through so much in the relatively short amount of time I've had him since he was a kitten. He knows to give paw, he has a fluffy pink unicorn toy named poof, he's so smart and confident and such a protector, he loves watching birds and car rides though after this, unfortunately he will not be going on any anymore, he may stress thinking its a vet trip so that fun in his life has been taken away. He sleeps with me every night, sprawled over my legs before its time to get up for nyumnyums. He's always been so healthy, praised by vets for his weight and overall health so this has been so hard to battle through, knowing under this horrible nightmare he's an extremely healthy kitty with years and years ahead of him. I love him so much, I would give everything to help him and I've really tried my very best to do everything I can in this situation but it keeps happening and I don't know how much more he can take, its not fair to him to have to keep going in and out of the vet and not healthy for his body