See that little brown dog over there on the right? Jack (dog of one hundred or more nicknames) is amongst the best things in my life. He's a smart, lively, funny and loveable little guy who sleeps curled up in my bed with me every night. And as of today, he's a diabetic. Did you know that dogs can get diabetes? I didn't. But I'm finding out a lot more than I ever wanted to know. You know what's even worse? I may have contributed to it. He was overweight. I definitely contributed to that. Most domesticated dogs don't feed themselves. The symptoms? Well, oddly enough, he started losing weight. Quickly. He lost 4 1/2 pounds in a month. That's a lot for a 16 pound dog. Then I noticed he was drinking a lot of water, and not suprisingly, peeing a lot. I took him to the vet for tests. Lots of tests later, I got the diagnosis today. So life will be a little different for us from here on out. Insulin shots twice a day, every day, and watching everything he eats for the rest of his life. I'm pretty sure eating people food made life worth living for Jack. He would eat anything. Seriously. Anything. Grapes, lettuce, bananas, oranges, ketchup, raw onions or garlic...anything that fell on the floor. I never saw him not eat something. And boy does he love bread! None of that, anymore. But I try to remind myself that it could be worse. The vet tells me that most dogs with diabetes go on to live relatively normal, and normal length, lives. So I'll have to be careful, and I won't be able to leave him alone for more than a few hours from here on out, but he should be okay. So, knowing how many of you out there that have dogs that you love - a heads up. There are half a dozen breeds that are more inclined to become diabetic. While I do know that Miniature Pinschers (which is what Jack is) are one of those breeds, I honestly don't remember what the others are. I stopped listening to the veterinarian at some point. If your dog ever starts losing weight for no reason, drinking a large amount of water and then urinating large amounts, get his or her little butt off to the vet. You just might be catching diabetes in your beloved furbaby early.
Jack and I spent most of the afternoon at the vet's office today. This is how he looked by the time we got home. I pretty much feel the same way...
He is one tired out little guy. I haven't told him yet, but he has to go back tomorrow. |