Saturday, June 23, 2007
Sh*t happens to Gillis too.
Gillis had a stroke last night. He had three big seizures, and we spent the wee hours at the clinic with him. He has developed a major heart murmur and it seems very likely that a clot from the heart went to his brain. He was given some phenobarb and subcutaneous hydration, and the vet loaded me up with stuff to bring home in case he had further seizures. When we arrived home, he was nearly comatose and we laid him carefullly on his bed next to ours. We climbed into bed around 2 a.m., hoping for the best and fearing the worst.
When I woke at 5, I went around to Mike's side of the bed to check on Gilly, and found his bed empty. He was in the living room, walking around groggily. I took him outside for a pee, and he had a bit of trouble managing to come back up the porch stairs, but otherwise seemed okay. We all went back to bed till 8. This morning he's happy, quiet, a bit wobbly, he's drinking well and although he turned his nose up at breakfast, he's happy to accept hand fed Marrow Bones.
Please think good thoughts for Gilly.