Oh it's my favorite part too, but I also should state that all 3 of my current sugarcats I adopted after they were diabetic, and were either not being treated in Maxwell and Autumn's cases and grossly overdosed and shot blind in the case of Cassanova (who lost his first momma, when she passed away). So I never held out much hope for any of them going into remission, but both my boys are living happily at the Falls, just Miss Autumn in typical tortie fashion is refusing to give up the last 0.08u yep that is a teeny tiny dose. I keep threatening to just stick her with an empty needle because I swear she is addicted to the attention and the needle prick....lol
But also when I look at what I started with in her and what is sleeping on my lap now, if I have to give insulin for the rest of her life, she is still my icing on the cake. I took in a cat that looked like death warmed over, so matted she was living in a straight jacket of her own fur, so dehydrated that her little ears didn't even feel like kitty ears, but thin beef jerky, she reeked of ketones (transported to me with moderate ketones) didn't even weigh 5 lbs and she is mostly Maine Coon mix. (ideal weight 14 lbs). Unable to stand because she was down on both her hocks and her wrists. I just sat on the bathroom floor with her the first night and bawled my eyes out, because she looked so bad I was afraid she wouldn't even survive to go to my vet and get shaved so I could get a needle into her skin through the mats.
Almost 3 years later she is in good weight, smacking my semi-feral kitten around, running to the kitchen when I call the gang for meals, and snuggling in bed every night and giving good morning kisses...that is the icing...a happy health and okay for now just a wee bit extra sweet.
Mel and The Fur Gang