|Baby-Cricket at intake.|
Sick, hostile, matted.
A widow myself and lover of special-needs cats, my heart went out to them. A DCIN volunteer helped transport Baby across Massachusetts to me. I renamed her Cricket because I already had a Baby of my own. Cricket was so ferocious I wondered how she’d ever come to be named Baby. Her blood sugar numbers were sky high so we began our fight to conquer them. "Fight" being the operative word. To test her sugar, I’d have to toss a towel over her and grab my growling, hissing little foster full of sugar and torti-tude, and try not to get bitten. Still, she sent me twice to the Emergency Room, so I nicknamed her Honey Badger.
Ironically, the very day I got Cricket, my own elderly Baby became suddenly ill. Despite our best efforts at the hospital, she died. I will always believe that this new ‘Baby’ came to me for a special reason. My work to control her diabetes and make her well allowed me to save one of the Babys. I had no experience with diabetes and made a grave error on my first insulin administration, accidentally overdosing her. My DCIN caseworker talked me off the ledge as I sobbed over delivering yet another Baby to the emergency vet. Despite my mistake, Cricket took it in stride, as I guess any Honey Badger would, and DCIN insisted on paying the vet bill, assuring me that everyone makes mistakes.
|A Cricket-Mom lovefest.|
|I love my Mom's bed now.|
DCIN helps diabetic cats whose owners are unable or unwilling to provide the necessary care—or who have abandoned them altogether—by finding them loving homes. I am proud of their many success stories, including Cricket!