Stressful Day....

This morning around 9:30 I get a call from Taylor. Immediately I can tell that something is wrong. He then tells me that he was sleeping and all of a sudden his cat Tupac jumps off the bed and starts making these weird cat sounds. He shrugged it off and then all of a sudden his bed was shaking. He looked up and saw my baby Coco shaking violently. He tried to calm her down and tried to get her to stand up. Her back legs wouldn't move at all. He then called me to see what I wanted to do and then he loaded the Cokes up so that we could take her to the vet.

We get to the vet and find out that they do surgeries on Friday mornings and we'd have to bring her back at 3:00. We then load her back into the car and they dropped me back off at work.

All day I was stressing about my baby. Coco means the world to me. I've had her almost 6 years and she's been by my side through all sorts of trials and tribulations. Guys have come and gone, but my Coco has been with me to comfort me and to bring me joy. She knows when I'm sad and she knows when I'm happy. She's literally the best dog and is super smart. I didn't have to really potty train her, kennel train her or anything of the sort. She taught herself. When she wants something, she sits up like a bear on her hind legs, to which earned her the nickname Circus Bear from Taylor. Needless to say, I was a wreck today.

I started reading online about seizures in dogs and had pretty much figured out from what Taylor described that she had a seizure. So later today, Taylor comes by to get me and we take Coco to the vet. My concerns were confirmed and she did in fact have a seizure. The vet assured us that she'd be okay and from what we told him she may have epilepsy. He said that the seizures could be few and far between and that we really shouldn't worry unless she's having them frequently. He warned that if this became the case we could always put her on epilepsy medication but that it could possibly cause liver damage and it may change her personality.

That in itself scares me. My Coco has a personality unlike any other dog I've known. I call her my human dog because she acts more like a human than a dog. All I can do is pray that she'll be okay and I hope that you guys will keep her in your thoughts as well. She's returned back to normal as if nothing happened, so I just hope that this sort of thing doesn't happen again.

Here are a few of my favorite pictures of my baby girl...