Earlier this year, we weren’t happy with Marley‘s health. He was becoming less active, drinking more water than before and just looked less happy with life. He’s always been a ridiculously active dog and, with his 9th birthday not far off, we knew he’d have to slow down at some time but this… …this seemed like something more than that.
I’m not sure what I was expecting the vet to say but way down the list of possibilities was that he had developed canine diabetes. Instantly, this meant that we had to become conversant with all sorts of unfamiliar terms and processes – and it meant twice daily insulin injections for the rest of his life.
Of course, there could have been far worse outcomes and in the scheme of things, diabetes isn’t particularly life-changing – but it did act as a reminder of the famous Lennon quote about life being what happens while you’re busy making other plans.
As anyone would do, we found that it wasn’t a huge undertaking to reschedule his meals, manage his insulin and syringe stocks, train enough people to inject to provide cover for days when we’re away and make time for all of the ongoing veterinary appointments. It just seemed like an insurmountable task at the start.
As I type, his glucose curve is under control at 23 units, twice daily – although the nadir is a couple of hours later than we’d like it – and his fructosamine readings are still a bit high. If this is incomprehensible to you, bear in mind that it was to me too only a few weeks ago. Basically, he’s doing fine and we’re managing it well – so far.
I should end by saying thank you to George at Gilmore’s Veterinary Surgery in Standish for his successful diagnosis and patience with me while explaining every step of the process post-diagnosis. Thanks also to everyone who has (despite, I’m sure, every urge to say they can’t do it) stepped out of their comfort zone and deliberately stabbed a sharp piece of metal into a living animal. You have all helped us to make his ongoing care as easy for us as possible.
Finally, thanks should go to Marley himself. He’s always been the softest-natured dog you could ever meet and I was worried that the treatment might begin to harden his responses. He’s never growled once and has barely shown any signs of his discomfort. He’s still a happy dog and for as long as that remains the case, we’ll do what we have to do to prolong his happiness.