I've put this up here because some of you know Skadi, our old mixed terrier.
Last night she suffered a stroke, all the signs were there, staggering, confusion, circling and at times it was clear that she was in distress. She wasn't the least bit interested in food which we took as a very bad sign.
She had a similar stroke some time ago and largely recovered but this one appeared to be much more damaging and as we believe she is at least 17 years old we had been expecting something like this for a while.
There was little we could do until the vets opened in the morning so we set up a mattress downstairs next to the Vet-bedding that Martin gave us, where we knew she would be most comfortable, and sadly settled down with her for our last night together.
Late in the night she got up shakily and settled down on the quilt between us.
At about seven o'clock this morning, she stood up, gave herself a shake, wagged her tail and trotted into the kitchen to empty her food bowl.
You could have knocked me down with a feather. She is downstairs now sleeping on the sofa as if nothing has happened.
She seems a little shaky at times but I simply cannot believe her recovery. I'm sure if I had suffered something as serious as that it would be Debbie writing such a note to you today.
Of course, she may not be out of the woods yet but we are far more hopeful than we were last night.
I'll keep you informed as time goes on.
Last night she suffered a stroke, all the signs were there, staggering, confusion, circling and at times it was clear that she was in distress. She wasn't the least bit interested in food which we took as a very bad sign.
She had a similar stroke some time ago and largely recovered but this one appeared to be much more damaging and as we believe she is at least 17 years old we had been expecting something like this for a while.
There was little we could do until the vets opened in the morning so we set up a mattress downstairs next to the Vet-bedding that Martin gave us, where we knew she would be most comfortable, and sadly settled down with her for our last night together.
Late in the night she got up shakily and settled down on the quilt between us.
At about seven o'clock this morning, she stood up, gave herself a shake, wagged her tail and trotted into the kitchen to empty her food bowl.
You could have knocked me down with a feather. She is downstairs now sleeping on the sofa as if nothing has happened.
She seems a little shaky at times but I simply cannot believe her recovery. I'm sure if I had suffered something as serious as that it would be Debbie writing such a note to you today.
Of course, she may not be out of the woods yet but we are far more hopeful than we were last night.
I'll keep you informed as time goes on.