Today was a long day for Mr. Hobbs. I noticed that for the past couple of weeks, he’s been exceptionally thirsty. His bowl holds about 48 ounces of water, or about 1500 ml, or so. Normally it would take him about 2 days to empty it. This is normal, as the vet says about 1 ounce of water per pound. He weighs in at about 24 pounds (11 Kg), so 48 ounces in two days is about right. Lately, he’s been consuming it at about 4x that rate. Two bowls per day!!! Naturally, this causes him to have to go to the bathroom very frequently.

I had also noticed that his fur was getting wet around his belly and hind legs. At first I thought that he was licking himself a lot, but then didn’t see the truth in that. Upon closer inspection, I found out that he was ‘leaking’. It was urine. He was consuming so much water that his bladder couldn’t hold it. Also, during his walks this week, he was lagging behind considerably after only a block or two. I knew something was very wrong.

This morning, I took him to the vet. I did a walk-in. They saw him right away, did an examination, took blood and urine, and pronounced that he had canine diabetes! His blood sugar level was 652. Normal range for dogs is about 73-123. The doctor referred me to a specialist.

We returned home and waited for the specialist to call. They called about an hour later and set us up for an appointment at 2:30 PM. We took the appointment. Hobbs was a super trooper, trying to ‘regulate’ while he was there, you know, take charge. For such a super duper bad guy, he sure needed some coaxing to go with the doctor when it was time for his exam.

After the exam, the doctor told me that we needed to get him started on his insulin regimen this evening. She prescribed insulin and a special type of canned dog food to mix with his regular food.

When we left, Hobbs, who is usually all excited to jump in the car and search the floorboards for food, simply looked up at me and waited for me to pick him up. He was tired. Too much activity for one day.

We drove home, I dropped him off, filled the prescription, came home, fed him, and gave him his first insulin shot … of many. He’ll need it for the rest of his life. He’s my buddy and I’ll be taking care of him. He’s taken care of me plenty of times when I was down in the dumps. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor! 🙂

He’s eaten. His belly is full. He’s taking his nap right now, a much needed nap.

Quitting before even trying
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