It’s nearly 0300 and I’m recovering from a hypoglycemia episode that started about 30 minutes ago. I was woken up by my buddy, Hal The Cat. He has a habit of waking me up when my blood glucose drops. I’ve read that cats can smell when that happens, and with my emergency buddy Hal The Cat around I believe it.
Honestly, I cannot count the number of times that Hal The Cat has woken me up and then I realize that my blood glucose was very low and dropping.
Hal The Cat just moved and stretched next to me, telling me that everything will be ok, and that it’s time to get back to sleep.