I locked the deadbolt and flicked the regular lock into place, dropped my bag on the chair and sagged against the door. Safe from the insanity outside. For now. How much longer could I cope? There were still six months left on my lease. With a sigh, I pushed off the door and crossed the large single room of my studio apartment to the walk-in closet in the back corner.
“Hello Eric, how was your day?” I shrugged out of my dress clothes and slipped into shorts and a t-shirt. “Are you awake?” I knelt on the closet floor and peered past a crumpled hoodie on the bottom shelf. Continue reading “Somewhere Safe”
For almost a decade I woke up at four a.m. so that I could get to work on time. On the weekends I liked to sleep in. This worked great until I adopted my sweet baby boy, Tyler. Once he got used to waking up at a certain time, I wasn’t allowed to sleep in. Even on weekends he would bop me on the forehead until I woke up. Through narrowly cracked eyes, I glimpsed his smile.
Instead of getting upset, I’d drag myself out of bed. With my eyes closed, I’d feed him and make coffee for myself. Once I had poured a cup of coffee he’d tell me it was time to go outside and greet the morning. During the summer he sprawled in his own chair and enjoyed witnessing the world wake up. When it got cold, he wanted to share body heat and snuggle under a heavy blanket.
The following is a post that Tyler dictated for his blog, Tyler’s Tails.
Wake Up! by Tyler
A few years ago Mommy and I lived in an apartment that had a wonderful deck that overlooked a lake. I spent endless hours people and animal watching from my chair. On the weekends, I always made sure I invited Mommy to join me. I liked watching the world wake up with her.
One crisp fall morning, Mommy and I were on the deck cuddling under a big warm quilt. It was so early the stars winked at us. Although, I don’t think Mommy noticed because she kept dozing off and was in danger of spilling her coffee!
A faint sound echoed across the lake. I must have fallen asleep because my ears perked up and my nose began to sniff even before my eyes cracked open. What was that? I wondered, peeking at Mommy. Had she heard it too?Continue reading “Wake Up!”
This post was originally published on my first blog, Tyler’s Tails, as “Tyler Has Diabetes” on November 17, 2011. It is important information that every pet parent needs to know. Both dogs and cats can become diabetic. Please learn the warning signs.
Tyler Has Diabetes
About a year after Tyler adopted me a spider bit him. The vet used steroids as a part of his treatment plan. Tyler took a long time to recover from the spider bite. During his treatment, I noticed he drank significantly more water than normal during a 24 hour period. I used a clumping litter in his litter box so when I scooped it was easy to see that his urine balls had become larger, the size of a softball. He was constantly hungry, so I fed him more. Despite this, he was noticeably skinnier. No one had any idea that he was pre-diabetic. Did the steroids trigger or have any part in Tyler becoming diabetic? My vet explained that the steroids caused his blood sugar levels to increase, which is a bad thing for humans and animals who are pre-diabetics or diabetics. Repeated steroid injections over the course of his treatment steadily raised his insulin levels. The first time the vet tested him, his blood sugar was a shocking 560, which is way above normal for a cat. My vet immediately put together a treatment plan for Tyler. Continue reading “Diabetes In Cats and Dogs”