Because I am new to this forum, I just saw this thread and it broke my heart.
I am a severe insulin dependent diabetic with HUGE fluctuations in my blood sugars. I am a pure jerk when high or low. Actually it's one of the first signs that I need to check my levels. Most of the time I can catch it, but sometimes and especially in the past many have suffered from my verbal lashings. I was a paramedic for many years and I have been hit and beaten more than once by a hypoglycemic patient.
I could only imagine if you add in the characteristics that come with not only being a dog but a Doberman. Not to mention when you have something walking past you at eye level. Finally, lets not forget what diabetes does to the eyesight. Damage I could tell you about but Deacon couldn't, nor could he understand what it was doing to him.
I have had diabetes less than two years and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel like crap. The neuropathy is unimaginable but I get to take medicine and other measures for it and it helps, Deacon and other animals with diabetes doesn't get that. As bad as this may sound; if I didn't have the support care, equipment, other medicines...if all I had (because that's all they have to offer for diabetic animals) was insulin twice a day, then I think I would want to be put out of my misery also and I know I would be a bear to be around. Unfortunately he only knew one way to react.
Y'all did the right thing!
One more thing about the euthanasia.
My wonderful Mother spent five miserable days in the hospital dying. Due to family issues and negligent hospital staff, my Mother suffered like no other living thing should ever suffer.
My Mother also so lovingly stated in her will that I were to get her dogs, woo hoo I got two Shelties, one that was about 12 years old, which I had given to my Mother as a puppy for Mothers Day and other that was 8 years old.
These Shelties fit in real well with the three dogs we already had at home, NOT. When it was all said we had her 12 y/o Sheltie-Sheba with a bladder tumor, 8 y/o Sheltie-Lucky with liver issues, two Cockers (one senile running into walls, other with mouth cancer) a rescue dobie with wobblers and 11 years old. We were more than pleased.
Needless to say we put 4 dogs down in a year (we still have Lucky, he is very contrary though), but Sheba hurt a little different, she went so peacefully - no struggling to breath for 5 days, or kicking the legs, or gurgling, or moaning in pain. She laid her head down on my lap and went to sleep. All I could think of was the irony in this.
I've added a picture of her sleeping, she was a sweet sleeper and a sweet girl.
Thanks for sharing your struggle, it allowed me to share mine. Attachment 19743
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