Wednesday, November 18, 2009
We need some positive thoughts and energy sent our way......please
Most of you know by now that I have a sweet white faced St. Bernard named Willow Ozgood. She is the love of my life and the bane of my existence. She is 2.5 years old, 145 lbs of always in the way, slobbering, gotta beat you to the door, love. Only a year and a half ago, when she was still just a pup, we had to put her big brother and the prettiest St. Bernard (sorry Willow but it is true) down. I still miss his fierce loyalty and love. He was my protector and very best friend. No one could get past him to me. He was a piece of heavenly work and was gone too soon.
Now Willow, my lovely, has been having ever increasing in severity and time, seizures. Our wonderful vet, who makes house calls, came took blood, gave me liquid Valium to ease her spells and ordered some anti seizure meds for her. Those meds will be the death of me. I have to give her 10 mg of liquid that apparently from her gagging and fighting and orneriness is horrible tasting. Luckily I only have to give her that at night when someone is here to help me. The other meds I can hide in hot dogs, her all time favorite treat.
It's not like you can hold a Saint in your lap and soothe them. Especially if you can't get down on the floor which ever since I had a knee replacement has been impossible. I am so frustrated by not being able to "do" something more for her. Now this is the part where I need your positive thoughts and energy.......her personality is changing. She is frightened of everything. She almost broke the sliding glass door yesterday trying to get away from men who are roofing a neighbors house. The sound of their voices kept her up and pacing all day so I turned on the radio but she just kept pacing. She acts like she doesn't know who the family is. She is so out of it all the time. And I am frightened for her and us. It's like standing in front of a freight train when she freaks out and starts to run. The meds have stopped the seizures but the behavior is alarming. The vet says it could take up to 4 months for her to adjust herself to the meds.
I just had to share with someone because I am the Mommy here. I am the one who needs to keep it together for the other 4 humans, 2 dogs and 1 tailless pain in the ass cat. I need some extra added emotional and spiritual boost. It's wearing me down and I can't let that happen.
Thanks my friends.