Remember the post I wrote a few weeks ago about the rough month Koda had in August when his blood sugar was really high, over 400, and it was touch and go for a bit?
Well, he decided to go the other way today, LOW blood sugar. He seemed a bit off this morning when we got up to go to the gym at 5 a.m. (just want everyone to know I got up at 5 a.m. to go to the gym, LOL) but the rest of the day he seemed okay; usual spunk, etc.
I was working in the afternoon and I heard him barking from the other side of the house. He has this angry bark "I hear dogs barking in my neighborhood and I'm not happy" or "I hear the trash truck and it must die" and then I saw that he was by the back door by my work area, the door he goes outside by. I asked him if he has to go outside and he looked at me and when I got up to let him out, he slumped to the right side. I'm thinking "stroke". Remember, I type medical reports all day so I diagnose the patients as I'm typing their reports; 95% of the time I'm wrong, but every once in awhile I get it right.
I was wrong this time.
Not a stroke. Though I wouldn't know it until hubby took Koda to the vet. Hubby was getting ready to go to teach his students, but I told him what was up so he canceled his students and got an appointment right away at the vet's. Koda was kind of staggering around, but did follow me into the kitchen in case he thought he would get a treat (he did).
So hubby drives off with Koda to the vet and I wait anxiously at my computer, working but my mind is not on what I'm doing so I have to be extra careful with what I'm doing not to make any mistakes.
Finally, hubby calls with the good news. Koda's blood sugar was 30 (should be over 70). He was hypoglycemic. The best medicine for it? Koda didn't mind. Food. They gave him a half can of their premium dog food. He didn't mind. Hubby said food was all over the place he was so excited to eat.
We were not to give him his insulin tonight and then start back as usual tomorrow.
Thing is, I had been warned about hypoglycemia. Even had the Karo syrup that you are supposed to rub on their gums when you suspect hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) on our counter in plain view. Even knew that he would resemble a "drunken sailor" in how he wobbled around. Yet totally blew it. Now we know better.
This dog of ours though!
He's had a few crises, you all know this. Cancer, diabetes, pneumonia, etc. Each time we suspect something awful, hubby contacts the vet, gets an appointment. I say a prayer to God asking him to protect Koda, but do say his will is best and he knows best, no matter what.
I tell Koda "you're the best dog in the whole world, I love you so much, you are a good dog". And walk out with them to the car, fully prepared that he might not come home.
We are realistic. We are prepared. We don't want him to suffer. We don't want to prolong his life if he is suffering just because we can't part with him. My final words to hubby is "I want to be there, but if he is suffering, you do what you have to do".
One day he won't be coming home. One day I hope I'll be able to be there. There won't be a dry eye at the vet's office. They all love him, as they all love so many of their other patients.
But today I am glad and thankful that he did come home. (and that it cost less than $100; usually he's our $500 dog on events like this :)
But I do love That Corgi :)