May 17th 2011 12:12 pm
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So, I have been home for almost a week now, and I am getting used to this whole living with diabetes thing. The hardest part is not getting all the extra treats, because I love my treats!! But I have been a really good boy, and I sit very nice while Mom gives me my two injections a day. I think she hates it more than I do. I've tricked her the last two days by not peeing in the cup for her (that's how she checks for ketones and glucose in my urine). I pee when she looks away, I don't want her stealing my pee! BOL! Anyway, things aren't too bad right now. I go back in two weeks for another blood test, and we will see how things are then. Thanks for all my furiends for your pawrayers and kind words for my mom.
May 9th 2011 7:00 am
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I have now begun my three night stay at the V-E-T. I have just been diagnosed with diabetes, and may also have Cushings. Mom had noticed I was drinking more water than normal lately, and of course peeing more because I have been drinking more. The last time I was at the vet (just a couple of months ago, since I go every three months for bloodwork, to check on my thyroid), the vet mentioned that my liver enzymes were higher than the last time, and asked about my water intake. Mom said that it didn't seem unusually high, which at the time it didn't, but the vet mentioned to keep an eye on it, since where my levels were, it was a possible indicator of Cushings. So, mom has been watching me like a hawk, and when she noticed that I started drinking more, she rushed me back to the vet, figuring I would get tested for Cushings. Well, the vet did a complete blood panel and urine test, and that is when we found out that I have diabetes! My blood sugar was 362 (it should be closer to 100). I was dropped off this morning, and while I am there, I will also have the Cushings test done. I will spend the next three days getting my blood sugar (hopefully) under control. Mom is not looking forward to the most likely twice a day insulin injections that I will need (truth be told, I'm not looking much forward to it either). Mom is very upset about this, and she misses me so much already. She picks me up on Thursday evening. In the meantime, she is doing research on the best foods she can give me, and what kind of treats I can have, because you know I need my treats!!
August 5th 2010 9:44 am
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Long time no write!I have been a very busy pup. We moved to the suburbs, did some construction, mom had a furless baby. I've been spending alot of time trying to get used to the new baby. The pawrents call him Timothy. He's ok I guess. As long as I am the one initiating the contact, I am fine with him. I like to be the sniffer, not the sniffee. I mean, I am the alpha in the house after all! He's really not all bad. I will admit, his toes are kind of fun to lick BOL!!
So after having a cast on my front right paw for about 5 weeks in the winter (due to a small fracture that Mom has no idea how I got), today I am about to undergo surgery on my knee. Somehow, I managed to tear my ACL and meniscus. Mom doesn't understand, since the most strenuous thing I seem to do is walk from one bed to another.
My normal vet couldn't do the surgery (which saves me from the dental cleaning mom wanted to get me - Thank Dog for small favors!) Instead, I am at a special orthopedic surgeon. Mom and Dad dropped me off last night. My surgery will be sometime this afternoon, and I have to stay overnight again. The doctor that Mom spoke to this morning said that I am a really well behaved Pomeranian.
I feel bad for my mom because she was crying when she dropped me off last night. She is so worried about me, because a few years ago, the vet noticed that my heart was beating really slow. So she is so nervous about the anesthesia. She keeps praying to St. Francis that he will look out for me.
It has been a bad week for us pups though. My thoughts and prayers go out to Miss Dixie who just had surgery herself, and my very good friend Merry, who has a bad case of gastroenteritis. Hugs to you both.
Thank you to all my friends who have sent rosettes, lit candles, and sent well wishes to both me and my mom. It means alot to us, and please keep the POTP going!
Wags and licks,