Love the pictures. Enjoy every minute you are blessed with their presence. I had to to put mine down on Thursday, April 24. After several gran mals, it wasn't going to get better. We can only speculate a tumor, seen in an x-ray, was cancerous and spread rapidly.
Looking back, she first showed signs on Tuesday, about 4pm. The Gf's son called saying Sally was acting erratically, barking and would not leave his side. I picked her up at 5pm and we finished out the work day together by 6ish pm. She had some excessive panting, but figured it to because it was the warmest day thus far this year. Once back home, she was cool as a cucumber.
At nearly 2am, Wednesday, I'm awakened to banging noises. In the bathroom, there she was, stroking her legs, salivating and urinating. How I knew how to deal with it, I know not. I had never seen such a violent act, not from a human, canine, not even marine life, but was confident it was a seizure.
My day was canceled. It had to be a coincidence, I suppose, being on the phone with my brother conversing about their Weimaraner, who had epilepsy, when #2 came, just after 8am.
Vet(s) called. Scenario given, but there were no availabilities. After the third seizure at 11:45am, and another call to our mobile vet, a slot opened at 2pm for her at my chosen location for major scenarios.
The timing was consistent on #2 and 3, except for defecation. 10 sec. Preictal, Ictal at 1:30 to 2 minutes, Postictal was about 2 hours.
The Vet took an x-ray, and rendered the blow, and gave options for sonograms, etc.... I declined.
3 more gran mals followed.
6 total in less than 18 hours that I witnessed. It's something you never want to endure, trust me, but you have to be there when they begin and fade from the seizure so as to protect, comfort and aide. It's your duty.
RIP Sally.
