jay_moose

So i briefed you with what's up with puppyCharlie. As far as this morning, he's doing well, just very out of it.

Story time...hooray.

On Saturday, October 19th, 2001, my mother told me that three year old Jerry, my soft coated wheaten terrier (and first dog), had suffered a seizure at the place where he was being boarded at the time. It was in treating the seizure that our vet discovered a tumor in Jerry's brain. He was suffering...he wasn't getting better. It happened on Thursday night, October 18th. Sunday we painstakingly deliberated, and Monday the 22nd, Jerry was put to sleep.

On Thursday, October 18th, 2007, Charlie collapsed. Last entry, you know the drill. Limp, unresponsive, etc. Besides being sure his trachea collapsed, they don't know much else.

Today, October 19th, 2007, i was at work, overseeing a play group with some smaller dogs. Because of the fact that 'siblings' often share a cage, it's not unusual that we might get a Golden Retriever in the group along with, say, a Lhasa Apso. Older dogs, dogs with an old injury, or bigger dogs that can't handle the large play group come in often.

It so happened that in my group were two Soft Coated Wheaten Terriers. (See: Jerry).

Another dog was brought in, an english bulldog, who wandered around, sniffed some asses, then slid to the ground, eyes distant.

I grabbed the walkie talkie and called for someone, crouching next to the dog. Ironically, flanking me on either side, were the Wheatens.

One of the 'senior' specialists ran to the area, took in the situation and said, "Shit. Marley's having a seizure."

sprawled out, unable to stand or lift his head, eyes unfocused, pupils huge and panting.

'Shit' thought I. 'Charlie had a seizure.'

I would appreciate it if Karma..or Murphey's Law..or whoeverwhatever, would know they've had their fun, and stop throwing this crap at me.

While you're at it, make my puppy better.