A few weeks ago, after a bout of chemo therapy, the vet told us to just feed Keito whatever he wanted, when he wanted. I wish I had known he hadn’t read Keith’s entire medical history, because that was probably the worst possible instructions to give us. I thought he knew Keito was diabetic, and instructed accordingly.
What 1 week of following his instructions was Keito going into acute hyperglycemia, on top of being treated for lymphoma. He spent a week at the vet, and he was doing so well. Alert, active, after insulin, and IV glucose, and regular feeding. But what we weren’t told is that what that did to his diabetes is made it uncontrollable.
We have brought him home for the weekend, according to Dr J, to say goodbye, to get or last cuddles and loves in, because she believes Keito is just giving up.
But when we brought him home, he demanded to be fed, and even though he only ate half of the cat food we gave him, he chowed down on the fresh roasted chicken I gave him. This morning, it was the same routine, my legs swung out of bed, and he was there snogging my toes, meowing, following me into the bathroom, pestering me while I was… umm sitting to pet him, causing him to slide all over the tile floor.
He then followed me out to the kitchen, demanding to be fed, ate about half of the food that was given, but two hours later ate some more. Then I got some cuddle time with him. Relaxing, purring and drooling.
He’s not ready to do, no matter what Dr J thinks or said. I’m hoping for the best though, but preparing for the worst, in case this bright behavior of his is just the final spark of the loving being that is our beloved Keito.