The worst part of being a pet owner is that final journey that we must take them on. I've know for a while that there are people who can't or won't make that trip, but I got a big reminder yesterday. Someone brought us (at the shelter) a cat they claimed was 8-1/2, then said 10 (I think he's 12 -15) and was supposedly in good health. Well it took us all of 1 day to notice his LARGE urine output. He had a blood sugar test & sure enough he's diabetic. We have no way of knowing how long it was untreated for or what kind of condition his organs are in, but if looking at him is any clue this has been going on a LONG time. We bought the DM food, but insulin is not realistic for us to do. We are all volunteers & every day is run at a differnt time. The director is currently working to get the people to take him back (or at least to get them to have the guts to have him PTS) Just thinking about him breaks my heart. He was a faithful compainon for at least 10 years & the thanks he gets is to be dumped at a shelter to die.
I have to stop because I'm on my lunch break at work & if I keep thinking about him I'll lose it.