Linnie
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Hi guys. Please check out this thread for further context and my SS.
I’m on my wits end I feel. Starting to show severe health issues myself, due to the anxiety of Kimberly. (And ‘funnily’ enough I show the same symptoms as her. We are kind of like intertwined like that.)
I’m autistic. Kimberly came into my life at 5 weeks old. They needed a babysitter for a few days. I, myself, had suffered a severe head trauma that left me in a terrible depression. I had nothing to live for at that moment. But a cat needing emergency? I’ll always help.
They came in with her at 2 am in the morning. Said they found her in a sewer in the pipe where they flushed toilets. I don’t really believe that. A few days later, when they were supposed to pick her up, they had blocked me EVERYWHERE.
She was great company, but for sure someone was missing her, right?
No. Noone. Noone wanted her, even the shelters.
And I unfortunately, knew that feeling. But fortunately for us both, I knew that feeling.
“If nobody wants you, I want you.” I told her, and now she is 10 years old. She got me out of bed and found meaning in life again. I asked everyone and their mom and my vet of guidance, and they all told me to put her down because she didn’t have a cat mom to raise her and has been rather aggressive. At the vet she was never aggressive though. I used all my time on her the past 10 years. I trained her, she can do alot of tricks now. I held her every step of the way through
multiple surgeries in her early years (FORL / teeth pulls). She saw me find love and get heartbroken. Watched my siblings have babies. But most importantly, she made me feel love again. Feel everything.
I’m still not sure who saved who.
Anyway.
She was diagnosed the 8th of october and it has been a weird ride ever since.
The posts will explain everything.
But TLDR; her numbers are fluctuating extremely to the point where it’s difficult to give insulin.
Maybe someone can help this complex case?
I promised her I’d never give up. And I won’t. But I need sleep soon lol
I’m on my wits end I feel. Starting to show severe health issues myself, due to the anxiety of Kimberly. (And ‘funnily’ enough I show the same symptoms as her. We are kind of like intertwined like that.)
I’m autistic. Kimberly came into my life at 5 weeks old. They needed a babysitter for a few days. I, myself, had suffered a severe head trauma that left me in a terrible depression. I had nothing to live for at that moment. But a cat needing emergency? I’ll always help.
They came in with her at 2 am in the morning. Said they found her in a sewer in the pipe where they flushed toilets. I don’t really believe that. A few days later, when they were supposed to pick her up, they had blocked me EVERYWHERE.
She was great company, but for sure someone was missing her, right?
No. Noone. Noone wanted her, even the shelters.
And I unfortunately, knew that feeling. But fortunately for us both, I knew that feeling.
“If nobody wants you, I want you.” I told her, and now she is 10 years old. She got me out of bed and found meaning in life again. I asked everyone and their mom and my vet of guidance, and they all told me to put her down because she didn’t have a cat mom to raise her and has been rather aggressive. At the vet she was never aggressive though. I used all my time on her the past 10 years. I trained her, she can do alot of tricks now. I held her every step of the way through
multiple surgeries in her early years (FORL / teeth pulls). She saw me find love and get heartbroken. Watched my siblings have babies. But most importantly, she made me feel love again. Feel everything.
I’m still not sure who saved who.
Anyway.
She was diagnosed the 8th of october and it has been a weird ride ever since.
The posts will explain everything.
But TLDR; her numbers are fluctuating extremely to the point where it’s difficult to give insulin.
Maybe someone can help this complex case?
I promised her I’d never give up. And I won’t. But I need sleep soon lol
