My human tells me that one thing that many humans do when they become successful and famous is called forgetting where they came from. He explained it like this. “Bagheera, forgetting where you came from would be like you recovering from diabetes and not sympathizing with diabetic cats who still get ear sticks and insulin shots.”
One cat who definitely has not forgotten where he came from is my good ginger buddy Lucky. This sweet guy, when he is not seeking treats, wants to help other cats who have been abandoned or abused. His story started out very sadly, but it became an inspiring one.
But Lucky thinks he’s the one who has been given a break. He said, “imagine if the Good Samaritan had never called animal control after seeing me wounded on the side of the road. Imagine if a kind vet tech hadn’t seen my potential and sent my picture to everyone she knew. What if no animal rescue group had agreed to take a chance on me? My sister in fate, Fortune and I would most certainly not be on this road today.”
Lucky continues, urging his fans to advocate for homeless animals. He reminds them “not many of my homeless brethren will have the opportunity that the love of my furiends and supporters have given me.” But, we should always think of them with kindness. And if we can, Lucky says, we should become advocates for them. We should help those who need homes find one. And if we can’t do that, then maybe we could help by becoming advocates for trap, neuter, and return programs or other population control methods.
It is challenging being a diabetic cat, that is for sure. But at least I have always had a home and a human who takes care of me. Please remember all of the furiends out there who do not have that and send them healing thoughts.
You all remember my good furiend Lincoln. He was rescued by Tenth Life, and when he was taken in to the veterinarian, all he could do was track his human’s finger with his eyes. He couldn’t move at all. Lincoln was completely paralyzed. But his human took him in, and started therapy and acupuncture. Now, Lincoln is a completely normal cat who loves to wear bow ties and serve as an ambassador for Tenth Life.
Whenever I feel bad about being a diabetic cat, I think about Lincoln and it makes me feel better. If he can handle being completely paralyzed and grow up to be a normal and happy cat, then I certainly can tolerate the ear sticks and insulin shots.
I also introduced you to the human who took in Lincoln and nursed him to a full recovery.
Well, even though she has done so much for Tenth Life and helped many felines other than Lincoln, she took on another difficult case.
Tenth Life took in another cat who was paralyzed. His name is Jefferson, and he was paralyzed as a result of a door accidentally closing on him. The poor guy was only three weeks old when this accident occurred. Who better to try to nurse Jefferson back to health than the human who did it for Lincoln?
That is exactly what is going on right now. Jefferson has started physical therapy on a daily basis with his human. Soon, they will start acupuncture. This is the same treatment that worked to turn Lincoln from a completely paralyzed cat into a happy and playful ambassador for Tenth Life.
Hopefully Jefferson will recover just as well as Lincoln did and become another Tenth Life cat who defied the odds and recovered from being paralyzed. This diabetic cat is pulling for him. I know you are, too.
One of the biggest challenges of being a diabetic cat is keeping the blood sugar in check. And remember, having the blood sugar go too low is a far more dangerous immediate threat than having the blood sugar go too high. A diabetic cat like me can survive for a while if my blood sugar is too high. But if it drops too low, I could get very sick and need to go to the hospital.
So the challenge is staying in a safe range. If I am slightly too high, it is tolerable, even if it’s not good in the long run. But if it drops too low, that is very dangerous.
Well, lately, my middle name has been danger. We do not ever want the glucose levels to drop below 40. In that situation, I could enter a hypoglycemic condition, which is a medical emergency. Today, that is what happened. I greeted my human at the door, just like I do normally when he gets home. I was the normal happy and playful cat that I usually am.
So he was very surprised when he saw my blood sugar was all the way down at 40! He was very worried, and thought I might be very sick. He immediately checked for signs of hypoglycemia, which are, in order of severity:
- Lack of coordination
- Convulsions and seizures
If I had shown any of the more severe signs, he would have taken me to see the humans with the white coats, and they would have likely treated me by giving me a solution of distilled water and dextrose. But I did not show any signs of having a hypoglycemic episode, so my human just fed me and observed me.
I am eating noms right now, and that will take care of any problem. But it was not a pleasant situation for my human. This is why humans with diabetic cats need to keep a close eye on our blood sugar levels.