This time last year our beautiful Yorkshire Terrier, Clyde, rapidly went from around 5kg (about 11 lbs) to 3.8kg. He was being monitored for pancreatitis at the time, but this sudden deterioration was more than scary, especially alongside many other symptoms. With trepidation we took him to the vets on the Monday morning, and yes, he had diabetes. My poor little boy! He received an immediate injection of Caninsulin and I got a crash course in administering his injections, and managing his condition. By the Wednesday he vet was able to get a reading of 16 - progress. It took a couple of months to get consistent readings 4.7 (I think from reading other posts the US system is different. Normal is considered between 4 - 7, so 4.7 is excellent.) Clyde was soon back to his old self, apart from a thinner coat and needing to gain weight. We switched him from a barf diet to a prescription diabetic kibble. Fortunately he isn't fussy and will always eat.
He went from strength to strength - and then developed cataracts, very rapidly. I know some dogs can cope with losing their vision, but Clyde was frightened, bewildered and sad. So, at the age of 13 he went through dental treatment and then cataract surgery. He made a great recovery, although it wasn't possible to give him replacement lenses.
My reason for coming onto this forum last night was because I was searching for information about what to do after he ate some chocolate I dropped on the floor. I was overwhelmed by the breadth and depth of knowledge of all you amazing carers, and I realised I've found a place to share this journey.
We're coping at the moment with losing Clyde's litter mate brother, Rusty. We said a sad farewell to a gorgeous, feisty little character on 8th November when his short battle against kidney failure became too much to let him bear. He was noisy, inquisitive, mischievous and boisterous. Clyde misses hims as much as we do. In one year we've gone from having one dog at death's door, only to lose the other one. Sorry this is a long first post, I hope I'm not breaking any rules.
He went from strength to strength - and then developed cataracts, very rapidly. I know some dogs can cope with losing their vision, but Clyde was frightened, bewildered and sad. So, at the age of 13 he went through dental treatment and then cataract surgery. He made a great recovery, although it wasn't possible to give him replacement lenses.
My reason for coming onto this forum last night was because I was searching for information about what to do after he ate some chocolate I dropped on the floor. I was overwhelmed by the breadth and depth of knowledge of all you amazing carers, and I realised I've found a place to share this journey.
We're coping at the moment with losing Clyde's litter mate brother, Rusty. We said a sad farewell to a gorgeous, feisty little character on 8th November when his short battle against kidney failure became too much to let him bear. He was noisy, inquisitive, mischievous and boisterous. Clyde misses hims as much as we do. In one year we've gone from having one dog at death's door, only to lose the other one. Sorry this is a long first post, I hope I'm not breaking any rules.
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