No one can ever prepare you for a disease or illness especially when you’re an animal.
Recently, I had been feeling under the weather and I was drinking gallons of water each hour, but I didn’t understand why or how to explain myself to my family. My bladder was completely full 24/7 and I felt bad because of the 9 human years I have been alive, I experienced my first accident in the house. By the way, you read that correctly; even as a puppy, I never had an accident. This was definitely a defining moment that my family knew I wasn’t feeling well.
Not only did I have a full bladder, I also had a complete loss of appetite for dog food for about a week or so; however, I always seemed to have room for fresh cooked chicken and cold fresh cut apples my family fed me.
My sister brought me to our local vet and the doctor said I had to do some blood work and give a urine sample. Boy, was I thrilled.
Due to of all of my symptoms, the doctor was convinced that I had diabetes, but the results would not be in for another 24 hours.
That night, I was mentally and physically exhausted to the point that I didn’t even want to go for my favorite daily walk. My family was worried sick, but prayed that the results would show the reasons I wasn’t feeling good so they could help me and get the medication I needed.
Hours of anticipation, my sister, Sierra, got the phone call the next day and was informed that I was positive for diabetes and needed further tests because I also had particles in my urine.
In layman’s terms, normal glucose (sugar) levels in a dog should be around 125 and my levels were well over 600.
If I was left untreated, I could drop dead at any point; which was not comforting to my family at all. I was left with no choice, but to be treated.
How do you tell your animal that they have an illness or prepare them for all of the pain they will encounter for the rest of their life? How do owners explain to their pets that they will be in and out of the hospital?
Car rides are not known as going to the park anymore, but for simply going to the vet, getting poked with numerous amounts of needles and being confined to a cage daily and sometimes overnight.
Details to follow on my recovery.