Within 24 hours, my feisty, active, sweet-loving dog was back. Within weeks I no longer saw his ribs. Today, he weighed in at near 35 pounds.
But unfortunately, the story doesn't end...
A few days ago, my fur child was acting clingy. As a quake sensitive with seismically sensitive four-leggers I thought "earthquake" is coming. Wrong. Nothing significant.
Yesterday, Seth's balance was off. He wasn't the leggy, agile canine I know. He was also subdued. Appetite still good but...he seemed weak and my other Brittany picked up on it. He fell twice. He appeared dazed and confused. His spirit was hazy. It's like monsters invaded his body and soul.
Fast forward: Today, he's at the vet...being monitored. I received "the call". So far, better than expected. No epilepsy. Most likely no brain tumor or bone cancer (often causes lameness in the legs). He passed the hands-on neurological exam(s). Now, I wait. More blood work. Re-dos. I ponder, "Does he have an underlying life-threatening disease?"
I'm scared. I'm in shock. I have given my heart to this dog whom I've embraced since he was six weeks old. He's my older Britt Simon's sidekick. He is my best friend. I hope that you, God, please come to the rescue (again) and help us find the problem and fix my four-legger. I can't bear to lose him. It will break my heart and spirit. Last night when he put his paw on my forearm, he was telling me, "I'm trying to be strong for you." And I got the message. God if you can hear me, please let the angels heal Seth. My tears are real. I know you know that. Save my dog.