Emotional Impact of My Dog's Seizure
I thought it was a one time thing, but in the back of my mind I knew it could happen again and it did. My little poodle Rocky had another seizure. It wasn't as bad as his first one two years ago, but seeing him go through that again is just heartbreaking. I was on my computer in the dining room earlier this month when it happened. I remember actually scolding him because he was making a lot of noise and I didn't want him to wake the baby. Usually he calms down when I scold him, but he didn't this time. So, I looked away from my computer to see what was wrong. That's when I saw him struggling to get to me. He was bumping into furniture and could barely walk. I ran to him and by the time I got there he was already flapping on the floor like a fish, urinating and foaming at the mouth. I immediately started to cry and just held him. I just knew he was going to die. But I remembered what the vet told me last time. He said to try and remain calm and just hold him and use a soft calming voice. That's what I did. I just held him and told him I loved him. My 13-year-old son heard me crying and came downstairs to see what was wrong. I was so proud of him. He came over to us and just put his hand on Rocky's head and told him to "hang in there buddy, your gonna make it." My son was much better at this than me. I continued to cry uncontrollably.
It felt like it lasted forever, but the actual seizure was over in about two minutes. And as bad as it looks, my vet told me that during a seizure, Rocky is unconscience and doesn't really know what's going on. Thank goodness. But I wish he could tell me why he's having them.
Each time this has happened, Rocky gets a clean bill of health. No tumors or blocked arteries or disease. I had hope the first time was just a fluke, because he had fallen off my bed. I thought the fall triggered the seizure, but looking back now, I believe he was having the seizure first, which caused him to fall.
I've been reading all the comments my readers have left since Rocky's first seizure two years ago. It's too many to respond to, but just know I feel your pain with each comment I read. We all love our pets and words cannot begin to describe the anguish we feel when we see them hurting or ill. I wish I had the answers to why these seizures and strokes happen to our flurry friends. Many of you will get a concrete answer as to why from your vets, but others like me, will continue to wonder and hope and pray it doesn't happen again. But in the back of my mind, I'm afraid it will happen again and like before I will hold and love my little fella during the trauma. No matter what happens, I will continue to enjoy little Rocky for all his days ahead on this earth and always feel satisfaction that I helped him live a wonderful life, rescued from the hands of an abusive breeder, where I know he would not have survived this long. So, love and play with your pets because life is short and even shorter for man's (and woman's) best friend.