Peter is at a crossroads and we are preparing ourselves. You see, they stopped making cat insulin for some insane financial reason and we have switched him to human insulin. The problem is, the human stuff is too strong for him. He started out on 4 cc's of it twice a day and then he went down to 2 cc's last week after we almost killed him. Today he went in for his follow up blood test and he is still not handling the new insulin very well. We now have to give him 1 cc twice a day and then take him in next week for another test. Obviously, if that test isn't good, then we get to have the big talk with the vet because we can't give him any less than that. I would be more prepared for this possibility if he didn't act so normal all the time. He's 16 years old so he mostly sleeps but I bet that is true for all 16 year olds. He still gets excited for treats and catnip and playing in the bathtub. He always wants to sleep on our laps and he is still incredibly patient with the kids. He was my college graduation present and he weighed about 2 pounds when we got him. He quickly grew into a monster 15 pound Maine Coon Cat who was never phased by anything. He was the only cat who didn't run out of the room when we brought the kids home as babies and you can vacuum right next to him and he barely blinks. I'm hoping for good news next week because I can't picture this house without Peter in it.
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It is amazing how attached we get to our pets. I went a long time before deciding to get another because I couldn't stand the pain of losing them.
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