Everything was going so well. Last Monday, she had blood and urine work done. No ketones and her BGs were dropping so steadily. I distinctly remember the specialist saying "Bailey looks like she's going to be a diet-controlled diabetic and may never need insulin again." That was Monday. On Wednesday I noticed she was a little lethargic and that she wasn't finishing her meals right away, but she was still eating and happy. By Thursday morning, she was awful. She wouldn't eat and had a confused look in her eyes. I called the emergency hospital and took her in immediately. They admitted her for DKA (and the vet believed Pancreatitis) and immediately started treating her for dehydration and began administering medicine.
We dropped off her favorite blanket Thursday night and she looked almost back to normal. She was walking around the cage, and meowing. We thought for sure she'd come home within a day or two. However, Friday morning her doctor called us to tell us she wasn't responding to medicine and her BGs were rising uncontrollably. We came in immediately to see her and it was hard. She could barely keep her eyes open, but seemed happy to see us. Friday afternoon she was more stable, but they had put more needles and IVs in her. We went in to visit Friday evening.
This is where things were bad. She wasn't moving. Her eyes weren't opening, and her body wasn't responding to anything the doctor was doing. The doctor informed us that the PH in her blood was well below 7.0 and was almost certainly fatal. The doctor gave us one last option to try, but put Bailey at risk of cardiac arrest and said Bailey would likely never recover 100% and would likely be back in the hospital throughout the rest of her life.
We couldn't risk her dying alone, scared and in pain and knew it was time to say goodbye.
We took her into the back room and just laid with her. I lost complete track of time. She was struggling at first, scared and confused, but I picked her up and curled her up in my lap. It was her favorite position at home. She stopped struggling immediately and we just sat there and pet her until she fell asleep. The doctor came in and administered the shot and she passed within seconds.
I'm going to miss her. She was my coworker these past few years and not a day went by where she didn't curl up on my lap while I worked from home. I'm never going to get used to how quiet our home has become.
I am forever grateful for all of the help that everyone here has provided. You all helped us make sense of a very difficult time in our lives. I wish you all the very best.
We dropped off her favorite blanket Thursday night and she looked almost back to normal. She was walking around the cage, and meowing. We thought for sure she'd come home within a day or two. However, Friday morning her doctor called us to tell us she wasn't responding to medicine and her BGs were rising uncontrollably. We came in immediately to see her and it was hard. She could barely keep her eyes open, but seemed happy to see us. Friday afternoon she was more stable, but they had put more needles and IVs in her. We went in to visit Friday evening.
This is where things were bad. She wasn't moving. Her eyes weren't opening, and her body wasn't responding to anything the doctor was doing. The doctor informed us that the PH in her blood was well below 7.0 and was almost certainly fatal. The doctor gave us one last option to try, but put Bailey at risk of cardiac arrest and said Bailey would likely never recover 100% and would likely be back in the hospital throughout the rest of her life.
We couldn't risk her dying alone, scared and in pain and knew it was time to say goodbye.
We took her into the back room and just laid with her. I lost complete track of time. She was struggling at first, scared and confused, but I picked her up and curled her up in my lap. It was her favorite position at home. She stopped struggling immediately and we just sat there and pet her until she fell asleep. The doctor came in and administered the shot and she passed within seconds.
I'm going to miss her. She was my coworker these past few years and not a day went by where she didn't curl up on my lap while I worked from home. I'm never going to get used to how quiet our home has become.
I am forever grateful for all of the help that everyone here has provided. You all helped us make sense of a very difficult time in our lives. I wish you all the very best.
