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I took my furry little man to the vet today. He was pretty tubby and has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time, is drinking a lot of water, and his fur isn't looking as shiny. What I was afraid of happening has happened.
He is diabetic.
I'll know 100% for sure tommorrow after results come back from the lab, but it's pretty certain.
How the hell am I going to give him insulin injections? He is NOT co-operative. I'm glad they didn't have to sedate him to get blood & urine samples, which I expected they would have to, but he sure didn't make it easy for them. If you live in the neighborhood you probably heard him scream.
I'll do my best to keep him healthy, but.......well, I'm not prepared for him to go if he won't let me. He's only 12. I know that's somewhat old (64 in people years, apparently), but I just assumed he'll live until he's 20 and die of old age.
I wish you could reason with animals and make them understand that you need to do certain things to them for their own good.
He is diabetic.
I'll know 100% for sure tommorrow after results come back from the lab, but it's pretty certain.
How the hell am I going to give him insulin injections? He is NOT co-operative. I'm glad they didn't have to sedate him to get blood & urine samples, which I expected they would have to, but he sure didn't make it easy for them. If you live in the neighborhood you probably heard him scream.
I'll do my best to keep him healthy, but.......well, I'm not prepared for him to go if he won't let me. He's only 12. I know that's somewhat old (64 in people years, apparently), but I just assumed he'll live until he's 20 and die of old age.
I wish you could reason with animals and make them understand that you need to do certain things to them for their own good.