M is for Mouse
Wow, so I’m really stinking at this whole ABC-Along. I’m resolving, again, to do better with N. (lol) Today I’m combining my ABC along with Wisker’s on Wednesday.
This handsome devil is my Faygo. We estimate he is somewhere in the 16 to 18 year old range. Maybe older, but who really knows. He’s certainly a gentleman and not spilling the beans on his age.
I adopted him 8 years ago. I saw that big orange tabby perched up on top of a cat tree at PetsMart and knew he found a home. Something about gigantic orange tabbies that make my heart swoon…
Anyway, about 5 years ago, he was diagnosed with diabetes. He get’s a shot twice per day of 5 units of insulin. He has done amazingly well. We popped into the vet for a visit about a month ago to have a blood sugar check and he’s “very well regulated,” according to the doc. Over the last couple of years though he gets sores in his mouth. Poor guy – it must be hard to eat.
We went to the vet when I noticed we didn’t have our regular evening show. They have this mouse in several colors and each evening he will pick one out, walk arround the house with muffled MOW’s. When this stopped I knew something wasn’t right, so off to the vet we went. According to the vet he has such terrible cataracts that he doesn’t see so well anymore, but the funny thing is, he picks out a different mouse in a different color every night. The vet did give him a shot to set him right and our nightly shows have resumed.