What could be sweeter then a diabetic pet!

Ole Yeller
Hello, my name is Ole Yeller (I came by it honestly)
Rainbow Bridge- November 20, 2006


They haven't really been taken away.
They have only gone with the Angels to play.
They have been given wings with which to fly.
All their troubles have passed them by.

Their life in heaven now must start.
But we'll hold their memory in our hearts.
Nothing about them will be forgotten.
But now they sleep on billowy clouds of cotton.

Author Unknown

Molly and I liked to play, a lot! Don’t know if you can tell or not, 
but you might notice I have my mouth open in most every frame.
She is the black blob and I’m the mostly white one—do you know 
how hard it is to get pictures of black and white in a beige house?
Some time in 1994 I followed Midget home and figured out that all I had to do was get on the second story balcony and “yell” bloody murder. Eventually the nice lady of the house, Mary (Rainbowbridged August 14, 2001) would come up and pick me up, carry me downstairs and let me out. It didn’t take long for me to get her to feed me as well. Then I made it into the house and as they say, the rest is history.
This nice lady, Mary/#1 Mom, kept thinking I was a girl since I was found with a pink collar that was too tight—we figure whoever had him, dumped him after their holiday or whatever. Eventually, her daughter, Theresa (#2 Mom later), pointed out to the nice lady that “little girls don’t have those” on their behind. 
It didn’t take long to get the lie of the place, Mary had this male counterpart, Brad/Dad, not quite as sweet but manageable, and he was the one who really needed my help. Whenever he laid down on the sofa to watch t.v., I figured he wanted me on him. So I would walk all over him, head to toe, any time I felt like it, or he looked to comfortable. The family said it was hysterical as no one else would ever dare! I particularly liked getting on his chest and sticking my paw on his face, really made him sappy, or I would put my nose to his. 

Occasionally, one of the other cats, Cluso (Rainbowbridge October 27, 2002), would get on Dad’s chest. Well, I couldn’t have that! So I would get higher up on Dad’s chest, sort of wrapping myself around his neck. Sometimes he would get fussy about it all, especially during the summers in Austin, Texas. 

When I found this house, there were already three cats there, Midget, Cluso and Banjo (C&B were cats #1 Mom & Dad brought back from Spain when they moved here in 1991, C&B had a son with them at that time, Rambo, but he crossed the bridge before I got there). 

I’m on the lower right hand corner, Midget is behind me, 
Cluso is on #1 Mom’s lap, and then there is Molly...
In 1998, #1 Mom was diagnosed with stage 4 non-small cell lung cancer (non-smokers cancer). She really put up quite a battle, never asking for a pain pill, ever! Her battle lasted 3.5 years. As she passed, the family (all cats, dogs & humans) were on the bed with her to say “goodbye.” One of the last things she asked Theresa was, “Who is going to take care of all the animals?” Including the 4 cats, one loveable lab-mix (Molly), #1 Mom fed the birds, deer, and anyone else who came over to get the bird seed leftovers, including a few skunks! Theresa said, “Of course I will, I always have.”

This was Xmas 1999—the last time #1 Mom felt up to it.
We didn’t have Christmas in 2000-2004, and may not again as Dad and #2 Mom get
too sad about it. #1 Mom was always the most enthusiastic about decorating and such.
After #1 Mom died, Theresa moved out with her pets, Midget and Molly. They went to Hellotes, a town on the outskirts of San Antonio, but they didn’t stay long there and within that year they moved onto Denton, and then Sanger. The following summer, 2002, Dad sold the house as he couldn’t stand living there without #1 Mom. When he was packing up, he called Theresa and asked if she would take us, me and Cluso, until he got moved as he didn’t want anything happening to us in the process, she agreed.
We were there a couple months when I got sick, lost a lot of weight and urinated profusely in the boxes. Theresa was worried so she called Dad to come and take us to College Station where he had moved and they have that really big Vet School. Theresa wanted him to take me to the Vet School so that all the latest tests and technology could be used to diagnose and treat me. 
Dad didn’t listen, he wanted to go to a vet first. He told Theresa and she said to at least take me to Dr. van Stavern, he was the vet she had used in CS while she lived there for 10 years in the 1980s. So, we went to see van Stavern, nice man. He diagnosed the diabetes and asked Dad if he wanted to buy a glucometer for home testing, he said “No” as it was all he could do to give me my shots daily. Dad has a deep, long-standing fear of doctors, hospitals and procedures though he was wonderful with #1 Mom taking her to all her appointments. 

After a couple weeks of shots, and having us underfoot, Dad got real uptight and called Theresa to ask if she would take us and that is how she became #2 Mom. 

No matter what #2 Mom tries, we just can’t figure out how to manage the diabetes. We start on a vet-recommended insulin, it doesn’t work so we keep going up on the dosages until it works too well and I go into hypoglycemic shock. 

The first time, September 25, 2002, #2 Mom was deep asleep, but I got her attention letting out blood curdling screams. I was terrified, didn’t have clue what was going on, stuff was coming out both ends! #2 Mom swept me up and flew to the Emergency Vet, luckily there weren’t any cops out that night as she was going way to fast. 

There were really nice people there and they fixed me right up, I went home the next day. 

On September 27th, we had another episode. #2 Mom kind of knew what to do about the Karo, and she didn’t drive quite as fast, luckily there weren’t any cops that night either. The next time it happened was during “regular” business hours, so she called Dr. G. and rushed me over there instead, and he showed her how to do it—about 30ccs of Karo. From then on, she treated me at home and we haven’t been back to the Emergency Room since. 

They started me out on Humulin N at 9 units twice a day, when that didn’t work, they changed me to Novolin 70/30 in May 2004, adding Humulin R in June 2004, and back to Humulin N in March 2005.

This is #1 Mom, Molly and Dad in Molly’s cart.
Molly is a pretty smart cookie, didn’t take her any time to figure out Dad went out in that thing most days. She conned her way into it, and the rest was history—Dad loved all the attention he would get, all the girls always came to see her, and she loved being out. 

Whenever #2 Mom can find them, or make some new ones, she will send them on to you guys. After all the moves, she is not sure where they are. Sorry.

Theresa Bradbury

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