… She didn’t. She got worse. Thursday night she couldn’t stand or walk – she was like a drunken sailor. I called Dr Susan who has had, and currently has, diabetic cats. She told me get sugar into her. We don’t own sugar, only Splenda. We don’t have regular pancake syrup, only the sugar free kind. What we DO have is home bottled honey from a friend up in WA. We started using our fingers to rub it on her gums and tongue. It didn’t work. I melted some, cooled it down and used a syringe to get it into her. Nothing.
I sat up with her all night until Brad got up for work at 3 AM. By then my eyeballs were burning and I went to bed. Was up at 6, called the vet at 8 and took her in at 9. He took blood and it was bad news. Really bad.
He explained that she was what they called a “brittle” diabetic, which means it’s uncontrollable. The prognosis was that she was never, ever going to get better. We talked for a while, I called Brad, and we all made the decision together to let her go. I stayed with her, holding her, talking to her and kissing her little furry head.
The night before, I think Moose and Scooter knew her time was up. They circled her, cuddled her, licked her head. They had never done that – ever. They did that all night. She was kind of a loner cat. When I got up a 6, they left her side and that was that.
I know this is way to long for posting so feel free to edit as much as you want.”
… She didn’t. She got worse. Thursday night she couldn’t stand or walk – she was like a drunken sailor. I called Dr Susan who has had, and currently has, diabetic cats. She told me get sugar into her. We don’t own sugar, only Splenda. We don’t have regular pancake syrup, only the sugar free kind. What we DO have is home bottled honey from a friend up in WA. We started using our fingers to rub it on her gums and tongue. It didn’t work. I melted some, cooled it down and used a syringe to get it into her. Nothing.
I sat up with her all night until Brad got up for work at 3 AM. By then my eyeballs were burning and I went to bed. Was up at 6, called the vet at 8 and took her in at 9. He took blood and it was bad news. Really bad.
He explained that she was what they called a “brittle” diabetic, which means it’s uncontrollable. The prognosis was that she was never, ever going to get better. We talked for a while, I called Brad, and we all made the decision together to let her go. I stayed with her, holding her, talking to her and kissing her little furry head.
The night before, I think Moose and Scooter knew her time was up. They circled her, cuddled her, licked her head. They had never done that – ever. They did that all night. She was kind of a loner cat. When I got up a 6, they left her side and that was that.
I know this is way to long for posting so feel free to edit as much as you want.”
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