“Happiness is a warm puppy.” ~ Charles M Schulz
I have had the pleasure of sharing my life with this beautiful creature for the past 8 1/2 years. She has been my companion and my confidant without question. Last night she had her second seizure in exactly six months to the day. I must admit I handled this one much better than the first but it is still a very traumatic event.
It is a horrible sensation to feel helpless, unable to control what is happening to the one living thing that has given me unconditional love since we first laid eyes on each other. The only thing I could offer her in the moment of her worst distress was the return of my unconditional love.
I remembered to remain calm. I kept her out of harms way as her body remained rigid under the gentle touch of my hand. Once the sound of my voice could be heard again, she began to relax.
You don’t have to have a child to feel like a mother. I lay in bed after she finally went to sleep, hyper-vigilant to the point that I remained awake for hours after the event. I listened for any odd sound in her breathing and for any strange noise similar to the commotion that originally alerted me to the seizure at the beginning. Once I did drift into slumber, any unfamiliar discord woke me with a slight panic but the puppy continued to snore softly in her bed.
This morning, she is the same puppy in a dog’s body. She is full of energy, eager for her walk and her treats and acting happily like nothing ever happened.
We see the vet in a few days and fingers crossed we get a relatively clean bill of health. I’m not ready to imagine my life waking up and not seeing that face.