“An alarming number of cats are developing diabetes mellitus, which is the inability to produce enough insulin to balance blood sugar, or glucose, levels. Left untreated, it can lead to weight loss, loss of appetite, vomiting, dehydration, severe depression, problems with motor function, coma, and even death.”
MEOW! That would make a scaredy cat out of even the toughest of the tough cats out there (like me).
I admit that I felt pretty lousy until my human learned how to help me feel better.
It took a while. I heard my humans talk about giving me a shot twice a day. My slave said it was no big deal because she gave shots to her horse (she had a horse???), and her very old Siamese cat who had something called asthma. A friend of slave said that when her cat had diabetes that she always gave the cat a shot while she fed it. I’m cool with that. Feed me, stick me with a needle!
We did make changes around the house. No more pet sitters for me. I’m always with my peeps because every 12 hours I must have my insulin. That means that I am in total control of what my humans do. I am so cool with that. The way I see it, I’m more important that going to a movie or a party. Wouldn’t you agree?