She can detect blog sugar Lows and alert me to potential dangers, but my 5-year-old black lab will never quite reach the "hero" status by forcefeeding me glucose tablets, injecting glucagon, or calling the paramedics. But she tries... Here's my story about Riley at The Diabetic's Corner Booth.
omg my dog does that she is a rottie and she is 8 she always sit's with me and looks at me n i no then that i must do a blood test even if im fine coz im going to be ill she is great really saved me a few times
We were sitting there one afternoon, my fiance and I...and we both thought we heard the doorbell. Nope. When we opened the door, there was this tiny little, scrawny kitten. She had an orange hand print in her fur and a wound on her chest. Long story short, she had babies. They're all spayed and neutered now. The little one at the door, Ella, jumped into my arms when I was very low and about to do a shot because in my deranged state I convinced myself that I needed one. She's trained all of her kittens (three live with us now; the fourth is up in PA) to be life alert cats. And then the cats raised a puppy who was a stray...there's a bit of golden lab in her and some pitt. You can see the pitt because she loves to play practical jokes. Anyway, they sit there making a racket outside the bedroom door (not my decision--we have a territorial alligator-mouthed tailless cat who enrages any of the rest of the colony when they come in) until I stumble up to tell them I'm coming...and then I realize I'm low. It's no joke how completely bound they are to both of us.