The Importance of Being Oscar

Oscar has made it through his storm. Upon taking him to the vet he has been diagnosed with diabetes.
She with the most squimish stomach has learned to give insulin shots twice a day. Oskie takes them with grace and then "yells" at me for a few moments before sauntering off in his princely Garfield "esk" way. He is walking better, looking better and almost back to his grumpy and pampered self.
For the rest of his long and happy life, he will need the shots and for the rest of his long and happy life I will say every time I give them "See Oskie, you just take the veggie tray to school on your birthday instead of cupcakes, no problem".
That line is compliments of Benji. It was his response to my dramatic tears and indistinguisable muttering...