Taz, Suzie-Q and Mickie are home now, and tonight I flew solo on Taz’s diabetes care for the first time. Seems to have gone just fine. Now admittedly, the boy loves him some chow, but it’s still amazing to me that he doesn’t seem to even notice the tiny little needle stick while he’s face down in his supper. The needle is very small—nothing like the one we used to give our old girl Lyric subcutaneous saline infusions in her later years.

As previously blogged, Taz isn’t stabilized yet. His blood sugar has been up and down some (although the most recent reading at the vet in Chattanooga, taken Monday morning, was the best yet.)  The vet there feels that some of it might be due to the stress of being away from home, and within sniffing distance of the Chattanooga feline crew, whom Taz has never encountered before. He certainly does seem more relaxed now that we’re home, so who knows.

What I am more worried about is his hind legs. The symptom that really alarmed me when I first realized he wasn’t well was that his hind legs seemed wobbly and weak. There is a syndrome seen in diabetic cats where they walk “flat-footed” due to nerve damage, but the vet says he doesn’t think that’s what’s going on here, because Taz’s diabetes was caught early. He suspects arthritis, and I sure hope he’s right, because some Cosequin (and weight loss) might help a lot then.

Of course, I had to go looking around on the Internet, and found all kinds of worse things it could be, too.  Taz will see our vet here in Georgia for the first time Thursday AM, and we’ll see what they think it is. All good thoughts and prayers are appreciated.