If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you're probably aware of this already, but... my cat Luna has been feeling pretty sick.
Not too long ago, she lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time. This was concerning, of course, so we took her in to see the vet, and they told us her blood sugar was high. Really high. She has diabetes. Nothing too major, they said; it could be treated with a special diet and some daily insulin shots.
Except they didn't warn us about ketones, or test for them. (I read that about 40% of cats have these by the time they're diagnosed, so...)
We went on our merry way, making sure to give Luna her shots and monitor her food. She was doing fine for about a week, and then she just stopped eating. She wouldn't even touch wet food, which she usually goes crazy over. Now very concerned, we rushed her into a pet E.R. on New Year's Eve. Her condition was degrading quickly. She just laid down on the exam table and took a nap.
|I was terrified. Luna is usually very affectionate and vocal, and well... |
she was pretty much non-responsive.
The vet there knew what the problem was almost immediately: she had developed diabetic ketoacidosis, or DKA for short. Basically something called ketones, which are produced in energy emergencies, had made her blood thick and toxic, and she became extremely ill and dehydrated. (Oversimplification, but yeah.) It cost us pretty much most everything I had saved up to let them take care of her.
After 2 days of treatment, Luna was ketone-free, and we were hoping to take her home.
Nope. Apparently she has an insulin resistance. So they treated her for three more days, trying different kinds of insulin and higher dosages, and still her blood sugar was absurdly high. I was in tears. She seemed healthy, happy, but couldn't come home.
People certainly didn't help. "She's old, sometimes you have to let them go..." and such make me cry like a baby. "She's FINE," I'd think. "And she's only eleven. So STOP IT." (Cats can live to be twenty, man. I keep saying Luna had better live for at least another five years. Or eight.)
But there's hope. Late last night we got to bring her home, and while treatment options are still in the works (and I'm sure a lot more money-dumping will be involved) she seems as happy to be home as we are to have her here.
|Look how perky she is! See, no worries!|
I love you, Luna. Be strong for me, okay? We'll figure this out.