I haven't mentioned my cats much on the blog in a while. Monty, seen above looking up as a flight carrying people to DisneyWorld passes over, has been a bit sluggish of late. I took him to the vet on Tuesday, and they've determined he's developed diabetes.
He's sixteen, which, in cat years, is the same as pretty old to you and me. I was able to win his release from the pound around 1998 where he was incarcerated over what he describes as a big misunderstanding.
We had his teeth cleaned and his blood checked, wanting to make sure there were no issues with his eating. They shaved some patches on his legs looking for a vein for the IV at the time. He did not find it amusing when we called him Boots or made poodle references.
The cleaning and a round of antibiotics seemed to help for a while, but earlier this week his heart just didn't seem to be in it when he tried to steal my dinner.
This time the blood test along with some calculations by the vet of some past readings confirmed he's going to need insulin injections.
I learned to give Miss Daisy, who still abides, sub-q fluid treatments, so I guess I'll be learning give shots as well.
He'll love me for it, I'm sure, and I know I can count on his cooperation.
Update - 8-2-13
Here's a pic of Mon at the vet. He should get to come home after one more day. The IV's really helped his coat, and he issued verbal complaints when I visited today.
2 comments:
Eek, man, sorry to hear this.
Thanks, Charles. Looking forward to having him home.
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