Doodle appears to be back from the brink.
Man 'O Man, what a near thing.
We are going to try and bring him home today at 5 PM.
His blood / sugar was down to 180 this morning. It definitely shows when it gets within tolerable ranges such as this. He has improved stamina, and get up without too much prompting, plus a much happier and lively fellow. They are stopping the antibiotics, but we are going to continue with an anti-inflammatory for now.
The bitch is the insulin. He presently requires 33 units twice a day. I gave him "my" first injection of it yesterday, and again this morning. There is simply NO WAY to blood test him at home that any of us can think of... This means many, many vet visits, with the drama involved with that...It isn't like he isn't gonna know where he is headed...
Doc Mimnaugh has shocked me in the past with just how affordable he is.
I already know how much the insulin is, and it isn't cheap. I'm hoping this vet bill isn't as obscene as I suspect it will be, even at his most fair prices...
Doodle's life (and mine) will be changed from this. He has been one very spoiled doggie, food-wise. That party is over.
Warning for fellow dog-owners. You can have your dog experience a similar affliction with ONE single fatty meal...
Table scraps from holiday meals are a very dangerous proposition for a dog.
Max is getting on in years and --as I said--has been terribly spoiled with people food, which I'm sure triggered this. I only give the holiday warning shot because this is one of the many things I have discovered in my quest to extricate myself from my own ignorance.
We are beyond thankful to have our doodle coming home, and I want to thank everyone again for "feeling the pain" along with me.
I'll let you know how it goes.