Just wanted to post this. When my cat, Tootsie was diagnosed this past December, and I had to start giving insulin and checking blood glucose, I was freaking out. The very 1st check I had to do, (keeping in mind I work for 5 general surgeons) I asked my husband to accompany me. All I had to do was check her glucose and give her a shot, but I was shaky, nervous, full of anxiety. He followed me in the room and said " ok, what do you want me to help you with?" And I replied" Nothing. I just want you to be here with me, I'm scared." Lol! I was so scared I'd screw something up and kill my Tootsie. My husband watched me and I looked at him for reassurance. I didn't want him to help, I just wanted to do this myself, but needed him with me. He nodded and smiled with his encouraging look as I gave the first shot. (He's also diabetic) I was afraid I would hurt her or screw something up... but... I didn't. I was so happy! Well, here we are 2 months later, many shots and checks later, and I can do it blindfolded! Don't give up!