My big kitty, he is expensive. In the past two weeks, I have spent $936.70 on Jasper's vet bills. This includes blood tests for a suspected growth hormone abnormality (it would explain his size--he's the Andre the Giant of cats), a day at the vet to start a new kind of insulin (which, miracle of miracles, seems to be working), the insulin itself (and new syringes to measure it properly, because the old ones wouldn't do), a full blood glucose curve (because I can't seem to do it myself), and a urine culture (I can't remember for the life of me what that was for).
I'm taking him back next week for another all-day glucose curve and to get the results of his blood tests.
I know. It's a lot of money. But I love this cat and I would rather spend money on him than on myself. I guess it runs in my family.
The good news is that I think we may be in luck this time. Prior to starting insulin therapy, his blood sugar was measuring in the 400s--dangerously high. On the first kind of insulin we tried, it hovered in the high 300s--still too high. Eight hours after his first injection of the new insulin, he was reading at 211--much better. I was so shocked I had to have the vet repeat herself. This could be our answer!
His food allergy wounds are healing nicely, too. The only thing that isn't nice is that our pet insurance company is refusing to cover anything and also denying coverage for future illnesses because he is diabetic. Of course, they never bothered to tell us this until now, even though he was officially diagnosed in November. So if my cat gets cancer, which is obviously not a side effect of diabetes, they won't cover treatment. Bullshit! I have been trying to call them to get an explanation of this idiocy from a real human being, but they apparently don't believe in customer service.
That frustration aside, he's worth every cent: