Hello again! I wanted to write a quick post to let everyone know that Caesar had a bit of a breakthrough which started on Tuesday (Oct 11th). It had certainly been a long time since we had last heard/seen/felt a solid purr coming from our normally extraordinarily happy kitty . . . and then it finally happened. My husband, after an enormous amount of soft petting while getting down to Cz’s level on the floor, got the little motor running on Tuesday night. Just a little. It wasn’t the heavy rumbling that we are used to, but it was certainly a purr. Caesar just laid on the floor, allowing my husband to stroke his fur, but occasionally chirped out warning meows. Almost as if he were saying “We aren’t quite to that level, yet – please back off a little.” My husband texted me the news (as he was the first one home that evening) and I was so very excited to go home and experience the purring for myself.
By the time I got home, Caesar had already had enough for the evening. He wandered into our office to lie under the desk (we had closed off his favorite closet that he had recently taken to hiding in) and did not come to greet me when I got home. I found him and got down to his level, attempted to pet him and talk to him but it only elicited major warning swishes of his tail. I felt terrible. It had been days and days since he was last happy to see me and I was getting discouraged. I became a bit depressed that maybe I had permanently broken Caesar’s trust in me; that maybe he would never feel truly safe around me so long as I was sticking him with syringes. My husband remained positive and encouraged me to keep at it, Caesar would eventually remember that he loves us.
My husband arrived home Wednesday evening to find the Cz very lethargic, very listless. He began to suspect mild hypoglycemia. It is difficult to tell at this point as the amount of urinating Caesar does had decreased so much that we barely see traces of it (or feces for that matter) in the litterbox. The amount has decreased to the point where our Glucotest Chips are basically useless. It is definitely time for a Blood Glucose Meter. I am looking at purchasing the Bayer Contour Blood Glucose Meter (currently on sale for $14.99) along with the 50 ct Test Strips (currently not on sale for $66.99) on Friday, payday, October 14th. We need to definitely monitor his blood sugar the best that we can from home. In the meantime, the vet assures me that the Insulin unit prescription (2 units/2 times a day) is the right dose for Mr. Kitty. And, based on the inter-webs, this seems like a very small dose comparatively . . . so we shall see . . .
Now for the payoff to this blogpost! I woke up this morning and guess who got up to greet me? Caesar did! He was social with me and walked to the bedroom door, asking to be let in. So, how could I not? I picked him up and brought him into the bedroom to greet my slumbering husband. Caesar plopped down on my husband and was purring like crazy. He chilled out with us and encouraged us to pet him and he was especially eager to rub his face/mouth on our fingers. He was the happiest that we have seen him since before his diagnosis. I was almost too afraid to break his trust, again, when giving him his morning insulin. When 7am rolled around I found Cz under the desk in the office. He looked up at me and the syringe. It broke my heart. He purred for a few seconds and got up to take a few steps. I thought for sure he was going to make this difficult. But he didn’t; he faced me and laid down, waiting for the shot. I administered it and he didn’t even flinch or move. I apologized to him, pet him a bit and left for the kitchen to pack up the used syringe. And . . . Caesar followed me! I couldn’t believe it! He followed me – he hasn’t done that since (I know I am sounding like a broken record here) before his diagnosis.
Readers, I am hoping for a happy kitty tonight. Maybe I am expecting too much. I just keep reading online that people experience their feline friends becoming happier, more at ease with insulin. I have even read that they feel so good on insulin that they begin to play and chase, again. It just hasn’t happened to Caesar . . . yet. I am honestly keeping my fingers crossed. Hopefully, once we get that meter we will be able to see where he is at internally. And hopefully, we wont be back to square one with losing Cz’s trust in us all over again.
Hang tight, reader, I will keep you posted.
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