August 10th 2008 11:19 am
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I was diagnosed with Diabetes Insipidus almost 2 months ago.
Over the course of the last month, things have declined for me. I had bitten 2 of my skin-children about a month ago. Mom was right there and witnessed it, they didn't do anything wrong. I then bit 1 of the children again and then Mom herself about 2 weeks ago. Since then, I've been quarantined in the dining room during the day when Dad was not home. I never snapped or attempted to show any type of agression towards Dad, or my "other Mom", Mom's best friend. Dad let me out before and after work and played outside with me for about 2hrs each day.
Mom never gave me reason not to trust her as she had been my main source of food, water & potty breaks. When I started snapping at her, she knew something was seriously wrong. She's at a complete loss as to what suddenly went wrong with me.
I had 5 vet trips in 2 months. They've run every test possible.. a full panel and a full thyroid panel. Not to mention numerous cultures and extras. She's consulted with many people (vets, behaviourists, rescue directors, trainers etc) regarding this and it was concluded that I either had 1.) a brain tumor or 2.) major head trauma occuring before I had come to my new family. There's nothing to "fix" major head trauma or brain tumors so there was nothing else that could be done.
My Moms and Dad had a hard decision to make. It especially wasn't an easy decision for Dad. He asked just last night if there were any other tests that could be done and was willing to sell the house just to help me.
Ultimately, the safety of my family and my happiness outweighed anything else and the decision was made. Since I couldn't be trusted with Mom (she feels horrible that she wasn't able to take me) and it was too hard on Dad, he asked my other Mom to take me to the vet today. She even called Dad to double check with him before leaving.
Even today as my Mom and skin-sister went to pet me to say goodbye, I went for their faces and tried to bite.
I was in good hands as I considered Duke and Kota's Mom my "Mommy", probably moreso then the Mom I lived with.
I am now happy and pain-free. My family loved me so much and I loved them. I know they did EVERYTHING they could to help me, unfortunately they ran out of tests to do. My illness took over and I had no way to control it.
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