So…I was up a good portion of the night with Willa. She seemed like she was having another bad dream when I heard her 'digging' in her bed for the second time that night. Then the choking noises started and her bed began to shake violently. I ran over and pulled her mattress out with her on it ~ she was in the throes of a violent seizure. Her face was contorted, her body stiff and convulsing ~ she was completely unresponsive. I'm not sure how long this lasted…it honestly seemed to go on forever. I tried rubbing her sides and talking to her in the hopes of snapping her out of it. I know better, but I was at a complete loss as to what to do. She finally stopped shaking and her head slowly came up. The poor girl seemed like she had trouble focusing at first and it was a few minutes before she could get all four legs to cooperate enough to walk.
I have no idea what caused these episodes and she's never had them before. I don't know if it is common in her breed (Boston Terrier), if she is over-bred…or even worse if she's eaten something toxic. I still worry about our neighbor Caesar after Thomas & Christine found the glass filled sausage in the road across from our house. In retrospect her belly has seemed a little bloated the past couple of days and she has had 'the runs'. I chalked this up to the change in her food ('Cro picked up the wrong brand thinking she would like the squishy kibble). She vomited this morning (she just missed hitting the sick cat by two inches) before I left for work and I could see several undigested pieces of this new brand of food. I can't take her to the vet today as I have several meetings that can not be postponed or skipped. I won't make it out of the office until late because of our Phoenix hub's payroll. Thursdays are hard for me ~ and I don't have a 'back up' person here in the office to take over my responsibilities. If I weren't so paranoid about losing my job I wouldn't be sitting behind this desk right now. I have an appointment with her vet tomorrow afternoon.
As for my sick kitty ~ Dweezil must have decided he wasn't getting enough attention. He started to sound all sorts of gurgly again last night. His follow up visit is Saturday. I swear these animals are going to be the death of me. I don't see how I'll ever be able to raise a child ~ I freak out too much over my current 'babies'.
Poor babies…I hate seeing them ill. Odd thing is, I don't think I've ever felt this scared and helpless watching a person have a seizure. Holding little Willa while she was unconscious I just felt like so incredibly useless and frightened for her.
My hubby comes home tomorrow morning ~ I'll have someone to share the joys of pet ownership with me =/
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