We have had a tough and dramatic few days. Shortly after lunch Friday, we caught Taza twitching and chewing the air. I thought she was playing until it happened again an hour later plus foam in her mouth. Tim and I freaked out and rushed her to the vet. They gave her a blood test, a distemper test, and kept her overnight for observation. I was a complete wreck. When we went to get her yesterday, the minute I picked her up she had (another) seizure. I handed her (twitching, foaming, and urinating) over to the vet and burst into tears watching her convulsing on the table. When she recovered, she was exhausted, filthy, and traumatized to the point that she wasn’t responding to her name and was hiding her head under anything available.
Although she has perked up since then and seems to be acting normally, the news isn’t great. Her blood test showed that she is anemic, most likely just from not eating enough, and that she has some kind of inflammation. The vet says it’s either epilepsy or head trauma from a fall. It’s looking more and more like head trauma and possible neurological damage. We are waiting now to see if it cures itself or not. If not, there’s not really any hope. For now she had a cortisone shot and is on some kind of doggie anti-seizure medicine. We’ll be back at the vet tomorrow morning.
I never dreamed I would spend so much heart and time praying for a puppy. In the last two weeks, she has become part of our family. Please join us in praying for her recovery. In the meantime, we’re pampering her as much as possible (although still trying not to give in to whining). Here’s the bed I sewed for her with the sewing machine Tim gave me this week.