Sweet Boy Jake

Morning' ladies. Hope everyone's Tuesday is getting off to a good start!

I didn't mention this yesterday (because it would've made the worlds longest post even longer), but I've had a sad heart the last couple of days. My "Sweet Boy Jake"...and yes that is his registered name...has been in and out of the hospital and vet :(

Saturday afternoon I came home from getting my hair done and noticed that one of the dogs had thrown up in the house. I wasn't just really concerned because it was grass, which they tend to eat if they have an upset stomach. Well, that night we didnt get home from the reunion till 2:30, and they had broken through their "barricade" and destroyed all kinds of stuff in the kitchen. Nothing serious, just junk.

Well I finally get in bed about 3 and Jake woke me up about every hour on the hour. I figured he had just eaten something bad and it wasn't settling right. Then about 7:45 I hear all this noise. I thought he was tearing up something, but when I made it into the living room, I found him having a seizure. I FREAKED out! For about the next hour and a half he was just acting so strange. He was very disoriented, walking around bumping into things, panting, and didn't act like he could even see or hear us.

We debated on taking him to the animal hospital then, but he eventually got back to normal so we thought it might have just been a fluke.

Well since I was going off about 3 hours of sleep at that point, I decided that I would take a nap when Presley went down about 2. Around 4:15 Clinton starts screaming for me to come into the bedroom...Jake was having ANOTHER seizure!! This time he really started to freak out. I had apparently only walked in on the very end of the first seizure, because it did not even compare to how bad this one was.

After his seizure, it took him about 10 minutes to be able to stand up. He seemed worse than before...he was just walking around aimlessly.Talk about breaking my heart!

I immediately started getting dressed so we could take him to the hospital, but Clinton wouldn't let me go. He finally looked at me and told me that there was a good chance that this might not turn out good...and that I needed to prepare myself for the worst. I immediately started bawling because I knew he was right. Clinton told me that if there is something bad enough wrong where we're going to have to put him to sleep, that he's doing it now and not letting him suffer. So as I said my "goodbyes" I just cried hysterically..

So I headed to my parents when Clinton took Jake to the hospital. I couldn't be at home by myself. Presley kept asking me why I was "sad from my eyes"...sweet thing...and she told me she was sorry and that she loved me over and over again. Melt my heart!

Well the hospital didn't find anything wrong in Jakes blood work, and they also didnt see any cancer in the chest scan. He stayed over night and never had another seizure. Clinton picked him up yesterday morning about 4:30 and brought him back home. Then I had to drop him off at the vet on my way to work so that they could look him over and possibly prescribe medication. As of right now, we really have no idea what was wrong with him, if he'll have any more seizures, or what. If he has any more this week, we have to put him on medication. If not, then hopefully it was just a fluke.

I'm glad that we don't have to worry about cancer right now...we can't really know for sure if its a brain tumor unless we do a cat scan, but she doesn't think thats necessary at this point. So we're just playing it by ear. I think the hardest part right now is just seeing how different he acts. He's just not the same ole' Jake. His personality has already changed, and he seems so anxious and scared. It really is heart breaking.

Sorry for the depressing post ha! I know if yall are half the dog lover that I am, then this is probably breaking your hearts, too! Just say a prayer that it was a fluke, or no more than the early stages of Epilepsy. I pray that its nothing worse than that.