We’ve had quite the time of it lately with our elder cat, Phoebe.  She’s slowly deteriorating but nothing terminal yet.

Today, we got the word that she is diabetic.  So opens up a whole new world for Buzz and Empress!  We have never had an elderly cat before.  For one reason or another, our cats have all died fairly young and intact.  The closest we got was Phranc who developed a fibrosarcoma in 2003 and, once we got through all of that, lived another two years before suddenly developing a recurrence of cancer that quickly took her life.  In one day, actually, from symptoms to euthanasia.  She was almost 14.  So we never really nursed her through any of that, save for the post-op in 2003.

So, now we have an almost 16-year-old cat with newly developed diabetes.  We are going in on Tuesday to be taught how to inject her with insulin twice a day.  And she has to go on Atkins, basically.  (I knew I liked that diet!)

This, combined with keeping puppy training pads on the laundry room floor for her, is sure to keep things interesting.

Poor Phoebe! 

Poor us!