Thursday, May 31, 2012
Max in a Million
We interrupt our regularly scheduled sewing to share the latest veterinary crisis in the household. It's tubby tabby #2, otherwise known as Max, Maxwell Peapod, Moo, Meow Cow, Cowkitten, Max-in-a-million and the Portly Gentleman.
When I got home from NY, Max wasn't his usual slow-moving self (he's 14, and he likes a quiet life); he was downright lethargic. When he didn't do his usual tapdance for pizza the next night, I got worried and took him to the vet Friday. Since it was a holiday weekend, his blood tests didn't come back until Tuesday. Nothing like pins and needles . . . and not the sewing kind. It was a long weekend.
Turns out my big boy is diabetic. Vet says it's pretty unusual at his age, but he's pretty healthy otherwise and we're going to try to manage this so it has as little impact on Max's life as possible. Today he went back to the vet to provide a urine sample (which he failed/refused and/or didn't have any of to offer last week) and once that's back tomorrow we'll work out his treatment plan.
I had a diabetic cat years ago. It didn't end well. But Max is a very different personality, and I think this will be okay. I've chosen the less intensive treatment because he's 14, and whatever time he has left (and it could be years), I'd prefer it not to be filled with the stress of his illness; he can tolerate a needle stick while eating in the morning.
Here's hoping they don't find anything else unpleasant in his test results tomorrow.