Our dear kitty Prissy was diagnosed
with diabetes in December of 1995. He was well managed and only
crashed twice in five years. In October 2000, his second crash took place.
We found out that his pancreas was no longer producing the enzymes needed
to extract the nutrients from his food. He was in fact starving to
death. We treated him with pork and beef enzymes which seemed to
help for about a month. At the end of November he would not eat his food
and I noticed his tummy appeared blotted like a soccer ball and he was
having difficulty walking. I stayed up all night with him and called the
Vet as soon as they opened.
We took Prissy in and they discovered
his pancreas was enlarged and his abdomen was full of fluid. The only
options left were to implant a feeding tube in his stomach through his
side and feed him through a tube each day and give him IV fluids or let
them put him to sleep. I received Prissy as a gift when he was 7 weeks old
and Prissy just turned 18 and he had a good life, I stayed with him while
they put him to sleep and my heart is broken.
Prissy was a Beautiful black cat who had a great
disposition. We called him Prissy but the Vet called him Handsome. The Vet
has told us since his passing that they used him as a "training tool
"during his boarding when we were on vacation last summer because he
was so nice and gentle to work with. He was able to teach six of his
assistants how to inject insulin with Prissy's help and
cooperation. Part of me doesn't like the idea but I guess they had
to learn somehow.
Prissy did have a great life. He would go
to the fridge door when it was time for his evening shot and in
the morning he would wait for his dad at the top of the stairs since he
knew he received his morning shot as soon as dad got out of the shower. On
the weekends, if we slept in a little, he would come and wake us up and
then come back to bed with us after his shot and breakfast. We miss
him a great deal. It has been a really tough week. I haven't
been able to bring myself to the point where I'm ready to dispose of the
insulin in the fridge. But you know, I believe there is a reason for
everything. My husbands Aunt Gladys passed away last week as well
and unfortunately she left her cat (Lional) without a home. I would
like to think that Prissy has gone to comfort Gladys and be cared for by
her and we are taking care of Lional in return. Prissy can never be
replaced but I do think this arrangement will help ease our loss and help
Lional with his loss as well.
Since we have five years experience with this
condition if you have any questions you feel we may be able to help you
with e-mail us at email@example.com.
We were fortunate to have a really good Vet who enabled us to have 18
wonderful years with Prissy. See your Vet regularly.
Prissy we will always Love you.
Ian and Wendy