Wendy D
Member Since 2018
Hi all. I posted on here a few weeks ago when my baby, Oliver, was diagnosed with diabetes and kidney failure. I was scared of giving him the shots, as I 'd never had a special needs cat, dog, or anything before, but I received a lot of encouragement from all of you. Oliver was doing good until this past week. I noticed he was walking funny--back legs wobbling--and he would only take a few steps before sitting down. I called the vet and they said bring him in right then. The vet came in and said she could tell he was dehydrated just by looking at him. I told her I was having a dickens of a time trying to get the pick line in to give him the subQ. It had gotten to the point, he'd see the bag and he'd go hide. When I did manage to get it in, he'd jerk, knock the line loose, then take off. She asked if I was comfortable giving him the subQ? If not, I could bring him up there daily to have the techs do it. Apparently she didn't like it when I told her no, I wasn't comfortable doing it, even though I was trying to get as much in him as I could daily. He freaks out so badly that I don't know if I'm doing something wrong and hurting him or what. I would gladly bring him up there every day to get him/keep him hydrated via subQ. She took him from me, said she was going to go test his blood levels. She told me that I had to keep him hydrated and because I failed to do that, he is now dying so I can either do it at home or bring him back when he gets bad enough and have him put down. (Talk about a horrible guilt trip!) She said it would be far too expensive for me to bring him up there daily to have them do it. (Uhhh....I make plenty per year and it is, after all, my money and my choice on how to spend....) This was followed by a look and if looks could kill.....all I can say is WOW! She took him out, tested his values, came back in with him and said his glucose had dropped into the 400s, but his BUN was too high and he's dying of kidney failure. (Again with the look). She told me to take him home, keep him comfortable, spend time with him, then bring him back when "it was time". (Can you say oh hell no!) She also told me to increase his Lantus from 4ml 2x/day to 5ml 2x/day. I guess I don't understand her attitude. She tells me I can bring him up there daily, then decides it would be too expensive so I should just take him home to die. Has anyone else experienced this kind of behavior from their vet? Guess it's a good thing she doesn't know my dad died of cancer a few years ago. She'd probably blame me for letting the nurses do his chemo instead of doing it myself.