She went outside normally. She ate normally, then as I was coming out of the bedroom, she in the hallway, she fell into a strange uncontrollable flop, disoriented, her legs unable to hold her, her body strangely contorted, and almost unable to hear me.
I was shaken so badly at her inability to move I began to cry. And I haven’t stopped crying. With Mr. EOS in RI today and me on the way out the door for an appointment I can’t change, I called Number One son to come over. I was crying so hard when I called him he was sure a human had died. But doesn’t everyone think their beloved dogs are human? We do.
He raced over here, both of us sobbing, but by the time he got here Dawg was fine. Out of the seizure. Playful, running to greet son, running after a bone to munch, as if nothing happened.
I didn’t know that dogs could have seizures but googling it, yes. We decided not to take her to the vet this morning, rather monitor her the rest of the day, call the vet and see what we need to know and go from there.
I’m drained emotionally and it’s not even 8:30am. Add that I stepped on a stinkbug, well, my day could be as dark as the winter sky, which looks like snow.