We're not sure if Cassie is sinking, or SINKING... I spent all of yesterday at home, somewhat worried that it was her last day (Tuesday) and that we were going to need to take her in to be put to sleep on Wednesday...
I've moved from singing Jimmy Buffett, "I've got good days and bad days and going half mad days" to Monty Python's "I'm not dead yet, in fact, I think I'll go for a walk this afternoon." This is grinding Maxine and I down.
My last narrative entry was during the day Friday. Friday night, Maxine was taking care of Cassie while I went to the Steely Dan concert at the Greek Theater. I was conscious of the fact that they stack park there and that once I was parked I really wouldn't be able to come home until the concert ended. But, I got lucky and they put me in a position where I could leave when I wanted. In fact, as I walked from my car to the venue I called Maxine and told her about it. Then I went in, scoped out my seat, and opened my magazine. After a few minutes, I checked my cell phone and was horrified to discover a missed call and a missed message.
I called Maxine back -- Cassie had had a seizure just after I'd talked to her in the parking lot! Fuck. We decided I'd stay unless something else bad happened and then, since my parking permitted it, I could leave. I kept the phone in my hand, or in my pocket and pressed against my chest (so I could feel it if it vibrated a call) for the entire concert. Concert ended just after 10:30 and I was home at 11:05
Cassie was MUCH MUCH better the next day, "I'm not dead yet" and we were relieved to have our dog back.
Sunday, somewhat slower, and Monday even slower still.
Monday evening, same thing. I went out to dinner and at near the end of the 3 hour meal, checked my cellphone. Horrified to discover that I'd again missed calls, this time 45 minutes previously. Called Maxine and found out that Cassie had still not stood up. Raced home (my friend did a reality check with me before I got into my car to make sure that I'd be OK to drive). Cassie was able to stand after about 1 1/2 hours. Through the night I was afraid she'd die.
Before bed, I exchanged emails with our vet, since we'd already asked her about additional medication choices and she was going to email the neurologist. Send her one about this 2nd seizure in 4 days!!! (FUCK).
Tuesday a slow day. I stayed home the entire day to be with Cassie. Wednesday I did go to the gym. We're currently waiting on med increases/addl meds, but worried because the vet said she wasn't sure if we'd have success with them.
I guess it will come down to a quality of life thing, when we decide Cassie's just isn't good enough...
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