For the Love of a Golden

Yesterday turned into one of those nightmare days you wish you could wake up from. My day started with an hour and a half visit to the dentist’s office to have a cap made for a tooth I broke. When I was free to go, I did a few errands before returning home. Other then the numbness in my mouth, life was good. A little later in the afternoon, I heard Bluz’s hind legs scrapping on the baseboard in the dining room. I assumed she was having trouble standing up. Boy was I wrong. What I witnessed was her having a seizure. Up to that point, I had never seen a dog have a seizure and I had no idea what I should do. I remember being told when my cousin, who had a seizure disorder, would have one, not to touch him. So, I stood close by, helpless, and kept whispering her name and telling her it would be alright. I did have enough wits about me to call her vet and our dear wonderful friends, Lynn and Bob, for help. Bob was here within minutes and carried her to the car. He drove and I sat in the backseat with Bluz and continued to talk to her and tell her how beautiful and perfect she was. Although the seizure had stopped, she clearly was disoriented. While we were in the vet’s office, she had another seizure just as violent as the first. The doctor gave her a shot of valium but she continued to seize through the valium. Because of the length of the seizures, intensity, duration and frequency, the vet was confident that she had a brain tumor and there was nothing that could be done to help her. I knew in my heart the first moment I saw her having the first seizure we were about to be separated from each other.

In memory of Bluz I post this card today. It reminds me of her when she was a silly little puppy anxious to love and be loved. I love you Bluz. Life won’t be the same without you.