It Sucks When Your Furbabies Get Old

Look how amazing my little Allie looks. She certainly doesn’t look like she is 13.5 does she.

Allie was my problem child. When I brought her home at 8 weeks I seriously thought she was the puppy from hell. She had to have the last word, she was always the instigator and the one that got the others all riled up. I can’t even count how many times I threatened her that I was going to take her back to the kennel. She would look at me as if to say “go ahead, I dare you” and she knew I could never.

My little Allie-Cat was never the lovable, cuddly social butterfly that my Tasha was. Allie is more independent and hands out with you when she wants to, she let you pet her when she wants you to - everything is always on her terms. As Allie got older she mellowed out –some, but she was still the feisty little Westie.

Since we lost Tasha in October Allie has not been the same. She started behaving like Tasha – drinking a lot, having accidents, sleeping all the time and turning into a food whore. It was like Invasion Of The Body Snatchers-Allie became Tasha. It was super freaky. Today I took my Allie-Cat to the vet. I brought them a urine sample thinking maybe she has a UTI. My biggest fear was that she had Cancer or Cushions Disease like Tasha did. I did not want to go through that again with my baby.

As soon as my vet saw her urine she said it looks like Diabetes but she ran the test and took some blood work. She said her level was really high but waiting for the results. She also gave me antibiotics for precaution just in case it is a UTI. Allie has really bad cataracts and she is pretty much blind. All this is new to us. When Tasha was with us, she was fine and never showed any signs of any of this stuff. I asked my vet why? Why now? Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidences. She said that Allie may have been experiencing these issues – she was always a hoarder with her water – but with the stress of loosing Tasha everything just came full tilt. See, Tasha was Allie’s shadow, her safety blanket. They were always together. They were a year apart-no relation. Never separated unless one of them had to go to the vets. Tasha was strong and didn’t take any crap from any dog – no matter what size. Allie was tough when she had backup-LOL!

So hopefully I’ll find out  tomorrow if it really is diabetes. She is going to have to start her insulin and I really hate needles but having gone through IVF and giving myself all those shots, I guess I should be used to it but you do what you need to do for your babies no matter how much you hate it. Allie is pretty much blind, pretty much deaf but she doesn’t have Cancer and for that I’m extremely thankful. I cannot loose another baby so soon.