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ArmyofChi
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We found out yesterday during her vet visit that she had genetic malocclusion and the left side of her molars were really sharp. She was underweight so we decided to wait to try and get her weight up with Critical Care (she was gaining weight really good on this) so that her chances with the anesthetic would be better. We booked the appointment for the 29th.
We came home yesterday and she was normal, even helped herself to a nice big supper and enjoyed it thoroughly. When we woke up this morning it was a different matter... she was lethargic and was not herself. We rushed her to the vet immediately and she was really dehydrated and after blood tests, her blood glucose was through the roof. We found out she had genetic diabetes. They spent all morning and part of the afternoon stabilizing her, and she was lucky to survive it. They discharged her and gave us IV fluids and insulin and a schedule to go by. We were to go back on Friday and they would do another check-up. The vet and staff were amazing through the whole thing.
The poor girl was exhausted from being poked and prodded all morning, so we set up a smaller cage with blankets and a heating pad, and let her catch some shut eye. We checked on her periodically and she remained the same. Half an hour after her last check, we went to get her to give her some IV fluids and found she had passed away.
It all happened so quickly, we were in shock. I wish I had been holding her when she went, but I am glad she at least passed at home, comfortable, than in some strange place with people she didn't know.
Jack was 5, almost 6 years old, and was handfed since she was 12 hours old. This was my baby girl and I can't believe she's gone. I haven't stopped crying and it's 2 hours later. I just feel so bad that I couldn't do enough to save her. I'm going to miss her "Jackson Five Kisses" and the cuddling that we always did. She sure was one loved little bugger.
We came home yesterday and she was normal, even helped herself to a nice big supper and enjoyed it thoroughly. When we woke up this morning it was a different matter... she was lethargic and was not herself. We rushed her to the vet immediately and she was really dehydrated and after blood tests, her blood glucose was through the roof. We found out she had genetic diabetes. They spent all morning and part of the afternoon stabilizing her, and she was lucky to survive it. They discharged her and gave us IV fluids and insulin and a schedule to go by. We were to go back on Friday and they would do another check-up. The vet and staff were amazing through the whole thing.
The poor girl was exhausted from being poked and prodded all morning, so we set up a smaller cage with blankets and a heating pad, and let her catch some shut eye. We checked on her periodically and she remained the same. Half an hour after her last check, we went to get her to give her some IV fluids and found she had passed away.
It all happened so quickly, we were in shock. I wish I had been holding her when she went, but I am glad she at least passed at home, comfortable, than in some strange place with people she didn't know.
Jack was 5, almost 6 years old, and was handfed since she was 12 hours old. This was my baby girl and I can't believe she's gone. I haven't stopped crying and it's 2 hours later. I just feel so bad that I couldn't do enough to save her. I'm going to miss her "Jackson Five Kisses" and the cuddling that we always did. She sure was one loved little bugger.
