My first day back to work after having my bladder growth removed I saw a note on a record stating an owner wanted to place their 7 year old dog or euthanize due to a diabetes diagnosis. I was in a weird place emotionally. My cat who was also my best friend was dying, my body was in pain and altered, and I felt lost. I called the owner to try and work something out. I offered to do the injections for her, she stated he wasn’t himself and needed to be put down. I tried to explain if we could get his stomach issues and sugar under control
he could go back to himself but she didn’t want to try. I asked for some time. I contacted local shelters but they were over run with sick pets and didn’t have the money to regulate him. That week, on my day off, the owner called to have him put to sleep. I had no choice, I had to take him or she was determined he needed to be put down that week. Not knowing him very well I didn’t know what I was getting myself or my family into. I just knew I had to do something. I couldn’t take another black mark on my soul.
The first three months were hell on earth. And dangerous. He woke us up every two hours like a newborn. If he wasn’t with me he barked hysterically, waking up the whole household. I know he was mourning (dogs totally mourn) but he was also use to being the prince and getting whatever he wanted when he wanted. On my two hour ride to and from work I legitimately feared I would fall
asleep while driving on the highway. Then he became possessive of me, biting Heather when she would come say goodbye to me in the morning. Eventually we were able to figure out a system where he could sleep at night away from us, and I started to regain some of my sanity and he learned he wasn’t in charge of me.
Through this his blood sugar has been all over the place and he developed severe dry eye. The dry eye was simple enough, but when your blood sugar is whacky you drink a lot. And pee a lot. Everywhere.
For the most part he tries to be good and make it outside, and we don’t get mad at him for accidents because he can’t help it. But it’s yet another challenge.
Soon, he came out of his shell. He was eating regular dog food, not the steak and roast beef his previous owner fed him. He’s had zero stomach issues, and eats with gusto. He plays with his 80 pound best friend, dominating the games despite his 12 pound frame. He runs at lightning speed to wake the kids up, and eagerly waits for the bus to drop them off in the afternoon. He is a top
notch snuggler, and when my lap was empty and my heart crushed by the death of Kitten, he tried his best to fill it. His potty accidents are few and far between now, and I can count on not being woken up at 3 am most nights which is heavenly.
He still drives me insane every now and then; he is still
demanding, needy and pushy. It has been a rocky road. We were not looking for another dog, we were not ready for another dog. But he needed us and he has snuggled his way into our hearts.