That is the only word I can find to describe Friday afternoon.
Friday morning I woke up, got ready for school, and noticed Bailey was acting really strange. She hates going outside in the mornings, especially when it is raining. Unlike normal, she went outside in the drizzle and would not come back in. I text Chris a picture of her with the caption, "she REFUSES to come in." It was so out of the ordinary that it called for a special text message.
I finally got her inside, packed up, and went to school. I noticed she didn't eat her breaskfast, which is unusual as well.
That afternoon when I got home I let her and Wrigley out in the front yard like normal. They ran straight for the bushes to check for the rabbits and I went straight to the mailbox.
All of a sudden I hear yelping, and I look over, and Bailey is laying on the sidewalk shaking, yelping, and going to the restroom all over herself.
I FREAK out. Seriously, freak out. I start screaming her name and continue to freak out. Our neighbors just happen to pull up at the same time and they came running over. I ask if they will watch her while I put Wrigley inside so I can rush her to the vet.
When I come back out Bailey is up, but looks so pitiful. I thank the neighbors and I take her inside to clean her up a bit and call the vet. I also call Chris bawling and he has that panicked, 'ahhhh what do I need to do' voice.
We head to her appointment at 5:15pm and I can tell something is up. She is totally not herself and I am a wreck.
Chris decides to rush home from work, but I decided to leave without him because I didn't want to wait for him to get home. He agreed that it was best to get her there asap.
We get to the vet and her temperature is really low. They check her out and determine that she probably had a seizure, but there was nothing they could do about it at that moment unless I wanted to pay tons of money to have her scanned and get a full evaluation. Call me cheap, but the vet made it clear she wasn't dying, so I opted not to have her all checked out. Before we left he wanted to make sure she ate, since she hadn't eaten all day. She ate the medicated food he gave her, so he sent us on our way.
On the way home she was still pretty out of it. I stopped to pick up a pizza across the street from our neighborhood and left her in the car for literally five minutes. While I was inside Domino's she threw up all over my car. Yes, it was just as gross as you can imagine, but I started freaking out again because I wanted to know what was wrong with her.
I called the vet back and asked if it was normal that she throw up the medicated food and he said no and I should bring her back first thing in the morning.
I got home and was bawling again because I'm her mother and I guess that's what mothers do?! I had Chris take her inside and I cleaned my car. Chris is a wimp when it comes to puke, so I took one for the team.
The rest of Friday night I laid with and cuddled. She slept right by me so I could make sure I would hear her if anything happened.
Saturday morning we woke up and I could tell she was hungry. I fed her a little bit and she scarfed it down. I let her have her normal portion and she ate every last bite.
We called the vet before our appointment and they said if she was eating then we could just monitor her.
All day Saturday she was pretty pitiful. She was just lethargic and not her normal self. It crushed me every time I saw her sad eyes.
Sunday was like a brand new day and we finally got glimpse of our girl back. She had more spunk and was willing to play with Wrigley. She ate and went to the restroom like normal. I finally had some relief that she was on the mend.
Thanks to all of you who text and sent your well wishes on IG. The prayers were heard and my girl is back to her old silly self now! But, Bailey, let's not pull those shenanigans anymore, okay? Your Mom almost had a heart attack!
Has this ever happened to your pup?
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