Here is a little essay I wrote about myself.
My name is Gizmo and I am a 5 year old male cat. I was born with an illness where crystals form in my kidneys. When I was younger I was sick all the time. I would vomit and not be able to eat properly and there would also be some blood in my urine. The problem was treated with medicine originally but once I started doing better it can only be controlled by diet. My humans always have to watch what I eat. They buy my food directly fomr the vet.
Submitted by: Gizmo
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Mew,
My name is Elvis and I am a special needs kitty.
When I was 3 weeks old I was left out in the cold November weather in a box in the middle of the road to be killed by some passing car. My human neighbor stopped to move the box to avoid hitting it and he heard my baby kitty meows. He brought me home to my Meowmie as he knew she loved kitties.
She brought me to the v*t and he told her that because of the cold that I had suffered some brain damage but it was too early to tell what type and that she had the option of keeping me or putting me sleep. He warned her that I might be a very vicious cat or I could end up being a very gentle one. She told him she would take the chance and let me live.
I am retarded but mildly so. I am a big gentle Maine Coon Cat that loves my family both human and furry one. My sisfurs, Sabrina and Missy watch over me and help me with things I don't understand. My favorite sisfur, Miss Jennie Kitty crossed over the Rainbow Bridge last January. She was 8 months older than I am. Up until she died, she taught me all the kitty things I needed to know. I can go outside but I must always be able to see the house and I must never leave the yard. I can't hunt as I don't understand how to capture and hold the prey. Jennie tried and tried to teach me, even bringing me a field mouse but I just can't understand the concept. I am not trusting of humans other than my family who I love and show the utmost affection to. I must always go out and in the back door as if anyone tries
to let me in or out one of the other doors, I don't know where I am. Meowmie and my sisfurs have made me feel that retarded is not something bad, it's just who I am and that they all love me for me.
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I am not a special needs kitty but I know of one, my brofur Gizmo. I
try and be nice to him especially if he is sick to his stomach and wants to be left alone. I can tell when he is not feeling well. The best advice I can give is be kind and understanding. Unfortunately there are lots of humans/cats who don't understand what a special needs kitty feels. We all have feelings and we should all try and be more understanding.
Purrs,
Princess Luckie
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This is Taurus and I myself am not a special needs kitty but I do know
of several. I think we should try and treat special needs kitties the same as much as possible. We should not make them feel like they are different. It can hurt there feelings. We should all be kind, and patient as well as understanding.
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My name is Sunduster AKA Sunny. Everyone calls me Sunny so I hope that you will too. I am a special needs kitty. I have diabetes and it is not very much fun! I have a picture of what I used to look like. I used to be a big (not fat) Maine Coon kitty of a very distinctive color! My kitty Mama was a red silver. Yes, I know, how can a kitty be red and silver at the same time! All that means is that she was the color red and carried the silver gene which I inherited from her. Now because she also carried the dilute gene which makes everything paler, and my Pawpa carried it too, I have the cream silver color. I am a very pale yellow and I carry the silver gene. Now you have just had a little lesson in genetics. I do not want to show you what I look like now. I would be very embarressed because I have lost a lot of weight. That is a clue to one of the characteristics of the disease. Also, I was always thirsty and going to the litter box a lot. At first, my humin Meowmie fed me extra because she thought that perhaps I wasn't eating enough. I was always hungry and when she would give me an extra can of food I would gobble it right up. But that did not help. I was not gaining any weight.
Then she decided to take me to the vet and he knew right away
what was wrong. He took some blood which I did not like at all.
Then he did something called a glucose curve to find the level of glucose in my blood which ended up being very high. That told the vet that I had diabetes and I would need to have insulin.
Poor Meowmie! She had to give me a shot every day. For awhile, I did ok. I gained weight and started to look and feel great!Then about 10 months later, Meowmie noticed that I was not as frisky as usual. She also noticed that I had lost weight again and my coat looked kind of scruffy. So off to the vet we go again. This time he did not know what the problem was. I also had the runs which was not fun. The vet did not know why I had the runs and he did not bother to find out even though Meowmie had asked him to. He gave her some awful tasting medicine for my runny problem which I spit out every time I had to take it. Meowmie was very upset and not at all pleased with the vet.
So she started searching for another one who might have more experience with diabetes. After several days of asking friends and looking on the internet, she found a vet not too far from where we live.
So off we go again and this time things got better. The new vet did a whole blood workup because he wanted to see if there was anything else going on inside of me. He also found out why I had the runs and gave Meowmie some pills that did the trick! He did some other tests too, but I do not want to talk about them now because they are embarressing.
The other vet had Meowmie give me 7 units of insulin once a day and when the new blood work came back, the new vet called Meowmie immediately aand told her not to give me any more insulin. It seems that I had way too much in my blood and the new vet wondered why I was not in a coma! So for awhile I got a reprieve from those shots!
Then the vet talked to Meowmie about a new type of insulin that was closer to my animal makeup than the human insulin she had been using. The vet felt that this new insulin would be much better for me. But there was a problem. The new insulin was extremely expensive and it was still experimental. That meant that it was not approved by the FDA and Meowmie plus the vet would have to sign a release paper.
All I can say is my Meowmie must love me very, very much because she did not hesitate. She signed that paper, paid the bill and started giving me that new insulin.
As of today, I feel really great again. My coat is coming in so well that I am even getting my color back which I never had with the old insulin. The new vet put me on a high fiber diet which I really like and eat! It's called W/D and Meowmie has to get it from the vet which means it costs more. But I know we take each day as it comes along. I try to show Meowmie how grateful I am to her for her great love for me. I sit as close to her as I can when she is on our sofa. I also like to lie in Meowmie's lap while she strokes my fur and my head.
So that is my story. I hope that by telling it, it will make you and your Meowmies aware of the characteristics of this terrible disease called diabetes
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I was abused when I was little and abandonded, then i found my way to lady's house. All was well, and then, well, I was about to hav kitties. oh no. I had the kitties, my mommie kept 2 and the othfur 2 found good homes. All was well. One day my mommie started to become sick and died. We all almost went to the bridge, cept for mommies friend took us in. But she couldn't keep us. She wanted us to find good homes. My children found good homes, but no one seemed
to want a 5 yr old. Then a wonderfur thing happened.They brought me to a home, where a lady lived ( it did not seem do great at furst).
and left me. So here I am. Anton cat, was a special needs cat battling
lymphosarcoma. He had both Western and Eastern stuff to help him. He has already helped me, as the healer he had, is now mine. I am furry afraid of other people cept for mommie. So, she made me some remedy, and my mommie is working on the tellington touch for cats.
Purrs,
Mewo AKA Jewel
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MGD mews:
I am not a special needs kitty, but have several friends who are
(Sunny, Meow) and think this is most important to have a place to learn more about the special needs kitties. Some illnesses like diabetes can strike at any time, and it is good to keep up with current treatments just in case.
I know my meowmie would take very good care of me if I needed something special.
Purrs,
MGD
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Spyder mews:
I am not a special needs kitty either, although I am a bit overweight
(we all are unfortunately, we love to eat!), but I know several kitties who are, and it is so nice to learn more about them and how to help. My meowmie is always asking my nice vet questions about animal health, and learning more, just in case anything crops up with me or my siblings.
Purrs,
Spyder
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