Good Days

Wow, it's Saturday and my last post was Tuesday.

Cassie has had a string of good days! In fact, Maxine & I have both been saying the past 2 days that if we hadn't seen her blind for 8 hours a week ago Thursday we would be regretting cancelling Paris and all. But, the blindness was real, and I've interviewed our cleaning lady (who observed the original and, so far as we know, only seizure) to be fully convinced that it was a grand mal seizure. But, we do get wistful.

Reality check time -- I know that one of the mneingioma articles I'd read said that the meds treatment we were using would "give the owners some quality time with their pet" before the inevitable and fairly soon end.

But, we do so much enjoy seeing Cassie like a mostly normal dog.

Yes, she does get sluggish after the phenobarbital, but she recovers. Earlier today we were outside and she was walking around. I described her to Maxine as an 'early senior' dog. That's it. Not a dog dying with a brain tumor.

We've had enough good days (the past 5(?)) that the memories of not sleeping, of worrying that she's going to die this very night, all of that, are starting to fade just a little bit. But, we must continue to pay every attention to her that we can, for I fear that this really is just a bit of a grace period before the horrible times begin...