Rainbow Bridge
In 1988, I received a birthday present from my friend Mark.  A friend who holds my heart close to him as I hold his heart close to me. .

Has anyone ever seen a long black nose attached to a 3lb. little body with short legs and so many wrinkles?  He was 12 weeks old. A miniature daschaund, black and tan.  I named him Oscar.

My journey with Oscar was heartfelt and pure. I smile with so many memories. I write now of our experience of a diagnosis of diabetes..  An experience that was life-changing.  An experience of relief, pain, mutual understanding, growth and love

In August 2000, Oscar and I had moved back to my home town, Montreal.. Oscar was 13 years old. Ah, I was starting grad school. I knew we had an adventure ahead of us.  What I didn’t know was that my mother would be diagnosed with breast cancer in October 2000 and, Oscar, with diabetes in November.  My mother thank g-d is fine.

In October, Oscar was running around after his toys.  He loved to roll on a new one.  One second he was rolling and the next second he screamed out in pain.  Because Oscar had a spine surgery when he was six and a half  I took him to the emerg vet.  They gave us a choice, x-rays, etc. leading to a surgery or steroids and confinement for six weeks.  I chose the later. At 13 years old, I didn’t want him to undergo another surgery. I was told he would pee and drink excessively.  He didn’t.  After his confinement, he began to drink so much and pee to the extreme.  I made an appointment with a vet, a friend. I was told it could be few things from liver problems to a tumor.  A day later, the diagnosis: diabetes.

I was so relieved.  I had a friend who was diabetic since childhood. No problem, I would get an insulin pen and inject.  PROBLEM: Oscar was on caninuslin not humilin.  No pen available.  O.K., I injected the first two times.  The vet said it was unbelievable that Oscar and I were so in tune with each.  His trust let me inject with  no problem.  The third time I missed.... and missed and missed.  I called this vet, who in turn told me I would kill him if I couldn’t inject.  Panic and fear cannot describe what I felt.  I was terrified to the point where I felt I would have to give him away.  Then I found another vet who was not only an excellent vet with his patient, Oscar... but patient with me as well.  I still couldn’t inject.
Can you visualize this little miniature daschaund running under the bed into a corner when he saw the syringe.  I’m not kidding.  Nothing worked.  I couldn’t inject this little guy.  I thought I would have inject myself with Valium!

And then I found petdiabets.com.  A woman named Sonya saved not only Oscar’s life but mine.  She suggested an injector which was appropriate.  I had to order it from Toronto.  Then, the syringe didn’t fit the injector..... I cut the plastic around the syringe.  I truly believed it was a miracle.  I remember the first time I injected Oscar....it worked! And the little guy still ran under the bed thinking he was getting poked again!

Our journey with diabetes was an easy one.  Oscar was easily regulated.  I couldn’t take test his sugar because the little guy’s ears were so cold.  I tried everywhere and everything.  So, he went to the vet for regular curves and fructosimine tests.  I baked him cookies from wet W/D.  He loved them; I managed to live with the aroma of cooked dog food!

In February Oscar became blind.  He managed so well this little furbaby.  I was so worried when I had to move back to Toronto because of his blindness.  My vet asked me, “Does he read a newspaper”, 
“Does he drive a car”.... Oscar managed very well.  You would never have known he was blind.  He was a candidate for surgery.  But at 13 years old I didn’t want to put him through that.  He was a champion through the move.

One day in August, on a Friday afternoon, Oscar became ill.  He walked so slowly.  I knew he was very sick because he wouldn’t kiss me.  I thought he had gone hypo but he was suffering from extremely high liver enzymes.  He got better the next day.  When I went to see him on the following day he was lying on his side.  He didn’t respond to me.  I couldn’t do this to him.  I held him for an hour before he went to the rainbow bridge.  As he left on his journey, he looked back at me and then closed his eyes.  I know he’s in a safe place.

Diabetes is life changing.  Diabetes is not a life sentence. 
Oscar taught me how to do this. 
Would I do it again..... you bet!

Brenda and Mozart
Mozart is non-diabetic!
 Mozart Does Montreal 
Mozart, a 7 month miniature daschaund is now in my life.  He's beautiful and so
different from Oscar.  I know Oscar is smiling from the rainbow bridge each
time Mozart reaches a puppy milestone.  Oscar was blind but I know his eyes
are shining bright as he watches us go on with life.

Brenda though is watching for a canine with diabetes mellitus in need of a home!
I am also asking for anyone to let me know if they are aware of a diabetic
rescue in the Toronto area.  My friends ask me why I would do this again
and I respond "because I can".

What a wonderful woman to be willing to take in a special needs pet when available!

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