Hi Grant, I'm the guy that can never give a short answer
You asked "Can a single person with a diabetic cat stop have a life?" This is an honest answer and much of it depends on how much you value life, your own and your cats. First off, I'm 61 and have had cats for 40+ years and through sheer luck the first 30 years were the stupid "out-door cat/I have 3 jobs/my roommates are idiots/party all the time" years. A few stitches here and there, one episode of crystals, a few eye infections. I once rented a house on a tree farm, 640 acres of coyotes and my two big Toms came back every night. One lived to 17, his brother to 23. Back then I didn't even know cats could develop diabetes.
Something changed when I moved, got a real girlfriend, bought a house and somehow ended up with nine cats and a dog. I wouldn't trade that for anything. Then my cat Nigel who was slim and trim developed diabetes. We had a great vet who showed us everything and Nigel was a sweetheart. I'd thump the table and up he'd jump for his poke and injections. And he
loved riding in cars and showing off at the vet. Not everyone is so lucky. Vacations were limited to stays at my sister's cottage and Nigel loved the adventure. To be brutally honest if that had happened when I was 20 I would have done what was best for the cat (meaning I was a lazy dumb-ass) and had him put to sleep.
If you're here now it's because you care but you cannot lock yourself indoors and sacrifice everything, that won't be healthy and you may even resent Nigel as impossible as that seems now.
This is how we managed. 1) With certain insulins you can push the boundaries of the 12/12 shot cycle but
please research this very carefully. I don't speak for the board, the practice is not at all advisable and can be extremely dangerous in the long run. 2) Having a partner who is fully in the loop is invaluable. Anything from being stuck in traffic to a broken ankle can screw everything up so being able to call home and say "Honey, Nigel is up to you tonight" is a huge help. 3) The dreaded funeral, vacation, visit with in-laws. In a big enough city there are always alternatives. Sitters who are qualified for this, friends who do more than drink your beer and the dreaded boarding a cat. Nigel was a breeze but his brother Noah, our second diabetic was a nervous mess. After a few years we finally had to board him and to be honest I thought I'd come home one cat short. The vet who boarded him and his staff were great and Noah came home safe and sound.
The last line in my signature, "Forever has to mean something" is a promise not easily kept and we have made sacrifices but in return I have learned a great deal about what we get back when we respect life.
Our Nigel was born upstairs in the same home we live in now with his three brothers and was named after Nigel Mansell the race car driver. Of course I cannot let this go without showing you some photos of him. The dog was his best friend and they adored each other. Just click on the photos for full size.
Wishing you and Nigel a long and happy life.
