Scared to Death!

I used to think I was the kind of person who remaind calm in critical situations. Sometime events occur at the hospital and I feel that I have the ability to put emotions away and perform what is nessicary to obtain a positive outcome. Maybe you reading this have thought I might be a good person to have around in the event of an emergency. This my blog readers is not true. Yesterday our sweet Toby dog had a seizure, or at least I think that is what it was now, and I totally freaked out. All I could do is stroke him, crying and screaming "don't die Toby, I love you Toby". Thankfully my mom had just come over to watch Kaylie for me, and she was able to act reasonable. I picked convulsing 54 lb Toby up and put him in the car. My mom got Kaylie in her carseat. We drive the fifteen minutes to the vet. Of course by the time we are halfway there, Toby stops convulsing and by the time we get there is acting pretty normal.

I tried to tell the vet about the twithching and convulsing and the dragging of his limbs as he tried to walk. It was the saddest thing when, unable to control his movements, he rolled on his back and looked up helpless. I thought he was going to die right there in the entry way. Even now, looking back I can picture the morning in my head and I am heartbroken for my poor pet. I hope I can forget the scene soon.

An update on Toby...they checked him out and he is okay. They couldn't find anything physically wrong with him, so they said he is probally epileptic or emotional or stressed. Who would have thought that moving is stressing him out too. He also said it is not that uncommon for dogs to have seizures. They perscribed him Xanax too, just like the kind a human would take. We even picked it up at Walgreens. We are supposed to give it to him whenever he has a seizure. Now atleast next time this happens I will have something to do for him...besides yelling "don't die".