Boscoe! He's doing pretty well. The (expensive) prescription diet and (expensive) insulin seem to have him stabilized.
Doug and I have become pros at filling the little needle and jabbing it into his neck. He barely notices.
Riley, of course, is not happy, though.
Doug is about to pack up Boscoe and bring him to the vet for an all-day glucose curve measurement. Riley is spittin' mad; he thinks that Boscoe is going somewhere fun and leaving him behind. We try to explain that, no, Boscoe will be in a cage at the vet all day long, with someone coming in every two hours to poke his ear flap for a blood sample. But Riley's not buying it. "I doooooo not like it," he says. "It's not good."
And then he flies off the back steps after another squirrel.
Update: Dr. J calls to say that Boscoe has gained a pound (good) and his glucose levels look pretty much in the range he's hoping for. He'll continue to test into the evening and then average things out, but we might be looking at reducing the insulin just a tad. I plan to reward poor Riley (who hates being alone) with a good long stroll just as soon as I get home.
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