We had to take Indy to the vet on Friday. He hadn’t been himself and I’d been up with him all night on Thursday night. He just couldn’t settle and didn’t seem to know what he wanted or where he wanted to be.
We couldn’t get an appointment with Tom, so saw one of the other vets. I was concerned that he had a urine infection or was in pain or… well you name it.
Gemma found that his legs are showing improvement! He was quick to put his feet back to normal after she’d folded them. His temperature was fine and there was nothing in his wee to indicate a problem.
Then she took a glucose reading. 4.9. A good reading for a healthy dog, but looking back at Indy’s curves, his readings are usually much higher at that time of day, sometimes up in the 20s and don’t dip down until just before his evening meal.
So his insulin has been reduced. Friday night was much better – he did ask to go out, but he wasn’t aimless and lost. Last night he woke up at 4 and asked to go outside, but for the rest of the night he slept peacefully.
I think what he’d really like is a little kitty companion like in the old days.
I think my beloved is getting fed up with me saying that, but my bed looked much prettier when it was decorated with dogs and cats!
Here he is on his 13th birthday.
And this is how he looked the first time I saw him.
And here’s my Gt Grandad with his cat in 1946 for no other reason than I like it! Oh look, he has a cat! I believe the cat's name was Bill.