Poor Sparrow.

My cat Sparrow is 10 1/2 and was in desperate need of a visit to the vet. I had noticed that her eyes were goopy and she was drinking (and peeing) an awful lot and was past due for her shots.

My last vet was a nightmare with her. She is, to be kind, a terror to take to the vet. She growls, bites, scratches, and hisses almost non-stop. The old vet was unkind and banned her from the practice.

I went back to the vet that spayed her and was upfront about her “attitude” about going to the vet. They said no problem, bring her in.

I went this past Saturday and mentioned that I wanted her senior blood work done. Luckily they were able to get her blood and urine samples before she freaked out.

And freak out she did.

When they brought me back to the room the had her wrapped up/strapped down in a blanket and I heard her growling before I even made it through the door. The vet couldn’t even listen to her heart/lungs because she was constantly growling. I escaped with one bite and a few scratches.

The vet suggested Xanax for the cat before she is brought back to the vet but didn’t ban her!! Regular old human Xanax. Well, I guess if it is good enough for me then it is good enough for her. I am to test out the dosages but I am to start her out on a half milligram. I busted out laughing and told the vet, “Hey, that’s my dosage”. The good thing is that I don’t have to buy the Xanax and can just use mine.

The vet also gave her a prescription for the conjunctivitis and suggested giving her a half tablet of Zyrtec because it may be chronic allergic conjunctivitis.

The bloodwork and urinalysis came back Monday night and she has a very high glucose level indicating diabetes. My whole future changed in an instant. The implications of this diagnosis are overwhelming. This isn’t a disease that can be managed by just a pill a day. This is daily injections and blood testing and special food and watching for hypoglycemia. At 10 1/2 she has a long life in front of her and I must do everything I can to keep her healthy. I’m nervous about the cost and nervous about the responsibility of having her life in my hands even more.

Summer 2013 163

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