To continue last nights saga...
Dr. Mike called me back and said the seizure was 'small' by comparison. Some can last 10 minutes. That would have completely freaked me out. Never want to see one of those. He is concerned by it because we have never seen one before. It is not likely to be epilepsy due to age. My personal thought is that the cancer has moved to the brain. Dr. Mike doesn't say it but we talk about what oncologist to call. All I can do for now is monitor for more seizures.
two hours after the first seizure, Glamis had a second. It was not quite as long and he recovered a little quicker but it was still very hard on me, Tim and him. Summer, once again - unfazed. He fell off his dog bed right onto her and she didn't move. Oregon came out of his kennel to see what was happening and ended up back in there with the door locked. As Glamis returned to this planet, he struggled to get up. It took a bit of blocking and pushing but we got him in the kennel. He was not happy, very stressed and disoriented still but he did settle down much faster than the first seizure.
Tim and I talk about what to do. Dr. Mike suggested we might want to take him to the ER for monitoring for the night. I am not keen on that. I would rather take him to MSU where the oncologist is. In the end we decided to stay home and call the vet in the morning. At this point, we think tomorrow will be the end. Even if we do seizure medicine, we are considering quality of life. Not much quality if the lights are on and no one is home.
Barely and hour later, the third seizure hit. Similar to the second. It is a wire kennel and it had a pad in the bottom. His kicking shoved the pad onto one side and that was good. It prevented him from getting a foot stuck in the wires. I opened the door and held his head. He had manuvered his jaw between two wires and was bleeding from the spot where his tooth had been removed. I got his jaw free and the bleeding stopped quickly. The recovery went a little better. He never tried to stand up. He was whining this time. Pain? Anxiety? Stress? Don't know but I gave him one of his pain pills. We opened the kennel door and let him come out if he wanted. He tried but could not stand. We got him out and he laid down in that spot for the night. The rest of the night was quiet and everyone got a little sleep.
Summer woke me up at 5 and I told her to go away. She came back at 6 and I got up and took everyone out. Glamis was so still I thought he was gone. When I pet his side, he shifted his head but there was no happy morning greeting. He did not move to get up. As I was bringing Oregon inside, Glamis was waiting at the door to go out. He seemed to be moving just fine at first. Halfway though his tour of the yard, he started to drunk walk a bit.
Breakfast brought on the excitement. According to him, he has not been fed in 3 months. There is nothing wrong with his appetite. I gave him extra kibble and a jar of baby food sweet potatoes. We have a set routine for feeding. I put down Summer and Oregon's bowls. Summer gets to eat, Oregon waits across the room. Glamis stands next to Summer until I turn to grab his bowl. He follows me and dives in. Then Oregon is released. Today, he was not waiting. I put down Summer's bowl and he jumped in with her. I had to shove his bowl under his nose to get him away.
After he ate, he inspected all the bowls, 2 -3 times and laid down. Aside from one more trip outside, he rests. His eyes are cloudy and he does not seem aware of his surroundings. We have a vet appointment at 10:00. For the most part, we are thinking this is the last trip. Maybe Dr. Mike will have suggestions or hope but I know I am resigned to this fate. The disease has progressed so quickly that even if we got chemo in him today, I don't think we would get two more weeks. Maybe I am wrong. That would be nice to admit.
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