Things move quickly in the world of doggy diabetes. Unlike Jake, whose progress around his leaves and steps and assorted smelly places is being severely hampered. He’s going blind.
We have watched in despair this week as he’s stumbled on kerbs, walked into walls, and preferred the bright lights of fast moving cars to the safety of the pavement. He’s bewildered by the outside world, and not totally convinced by the house either.
His blood sugar is improving, but the plummeting weight loss hasn’t slowed, and the deterioration of his eyesight has been dramatic. It may be a few weeks before the glucose settles and his weight stabilises, but his sight will not return.
The vet tells us that this loss will be more traumatic for us than for him, that he’ll adapt quickly. I hope so. The poor pet has had enough upset in his life.