It is almost five weeks since Scratchy suffered three seizures in 30 hours, and the distress of watching him thrash uncontrollably on the floor is beginning to fade. We dare to hope that the attacks in mid-May will not recur.
It is late at night and I am in bed reading. Cindy is in the living room turning off the heating and the lights. Scratchy suddenly goes down and begins fitting. Cindy calls me, and while I watch over him, to make sure that he doesn't hurt himself during his violent exertions, Cindy tries to comfort Daisy, our new, second greyhound, who is wailing and crying, perhaps under the impression that I am hurting Scratchy.
The seizure seems to last forever. It is the first of four he will have in the next 36 hours.
I was woken by a noise from the living room. It sounded like the dog was playing rugby with the cushions again. "Scratchy!" I barked, and immediately went back to sleep. Scratchy wasn't playing rugby. He was unconscious on the floor, his body spasming violently in an epileptic seizure. Read the full Zoomies post here.