My doggie (who I tend to call Froggie more often than not) is pretty darn old.
She started declining earlier in the year. Over the summer, there were several times where we really didn't think she would make it. She's 14, which makes her a very old lady, especially for her Border Collie breed. However, as the weather grew colder, she seemed to rally - the seizures stopped, and she was more active, bouncing around (even though her back legs aren't all that great) and generally being the pushy pest she's always been.
This morning, though, she's had two grand mal seizures which lasted between 30 and 90 seconds. Afterwards, she remained disoriented for about an hour. I wasn't awake for either of them - my mom was there for the first one, my dad for the second one, and right now I'm typing on the table so I can keep an eye on her while she sleeps in front of the door. We're hoping it's just over-excitement from Thanksgiving and waaaaaay too much turkey. She's not supposed to have that much protein because of her kidneys, but we sort of got carried away by how excited she was, how young she was acting. Now, I'm back to finding myself staring at her side, watching her breathing, standing up every time her footing looks even remotely uneven. She never really knows we're there during any of the seizures, but it doesn't matter. We'll be there anyway.
My poor baby. Why don't dogs live as long as humans again? Or parrots? Or manatees? Anyone out there looking to go the mad scientist route? I have a dog I'd like you to mashup with a manatee. Dogatee? Manadog? I'll get back to you on the name.
Also, sorry. It's probably bad form to finally get back on a blog only to be quite this depressing, but... I dunno. Screw you. I'll post something pointless later.
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