Hi everyone. Thank you so much for your prayers, concerns, and advice. We lost our lil baby Zacchaeus on Friday night at 9:18 pm. We knew he was sick, but I hope we took good care of him best we could. From May 27 until June 14, he was diagnosed with diabetes, and told what to do to make him better. We took him for treatments on the 28, 29 and 30 of that week. The vet was amazed he was doing so well on 1 unit of insulin.
He came home for over a week, and we thought he was doing better until June 11, Tuesday, when we refused to eat again. We took him Wednesday and Thursday to the vet to get more fluids for the second time of treatments and had him on the heating pad because his temperature went down to 99 degrees and his glucose went up to 485. They tried to feed him, but he wouldn't eat. He drank catsip milk. After the two treatments, his glucose went down to 209, and his temperature was still at 99.8. The vet said he didn't need to come back on Friday, and the glucose was going down so he felt we could take care of him at home. He was so weak on Thursday night, and worse Friday morning. We fed him for over an hour both times with baby food and a syringe. We were up till 3:00 am on Thursday night/Friday morning and Marty got up to check him again at 6:30 am to make sure his blanket was on him and he was staying on the heating pad. When we fed him he had trouble sitting up.
We had to go out in the morning, but we checked on him again before we left. He was off his heating pad again, but looked happy and content with his little head up, and we thought that after feeding him 20 ml of baby food and water, and then 5 ml of water, he was OK. He didn't get sick, so we thought- good he kept it down. Then we gave him his 2 units of insulin as the vet ordered, and said we would be back. We stayed away for so long, and as my husband is a minister, we stopped by the hospital to see a parishioner since we were on her side of town.
When we got home, we found him out of his bed, and on the floor. We don't know how long he was there, and I feel terrible that he was there, and I wasn't there to make him more comfortable. We took him to the vet, and they once again for the third time, gave him fluids on the pad. He was still alive, and we even got a few more moments to sing him his favorite songs, tell him what a good boy he is, and that we would take care of Nicky for him. He even blinked a few times for us as we held his little head to say he loved us. Then, he lost his functions and Marty knew he was suffering, so even though the vet said we could go to the ER, we knew it was his time.
I feel so awful. Why were we not there when we knew he was so sick? Was he scared? Cold? We don’t know how long he was out of his bed. Nicky was around, but not near him. Now, we wonder, how is he going to be? They were inseparable. Zach was his daddy, and we know he knows something is up. How can we help him? We all miss Zach so much!
Thank you for being there for me! I am glad we found y’all!