I haven’t been doing much photography recently. For some reason a few weeks ago I sudden developed Plantar fascilitis in the heel of my left foot. It’s an inflammation of the thick tissue of the heel on the bottom of the foot where the heel bone connects to the toes via the arch of the foot. Very painful and it’s reduced my walking. With time and inserts for my shoes I hope to build back up to a more regular level of activity. At the moment when I first get up in the mornings it feels like someone put a razor blade in my heel.
After having bragged in a post how well our dog Foster was doing with his seizures, that proverbial “other shoe” dropped heavily this past Sunday. By Sunday night the count reached 9 Grand Mal Seizures and we loaded him into the back of the SUV to transport him to an emergency vet clinic. Upon arrival they put him on valium to knock him out and give his brain a chance to reset. There were two seizures in the car on the way to the clinic and two more after he arrived — a total of around 13 major ones and perhaps a few more minor ones we failed to notice.
Foster stayed in the clinic over night and the next morning was temporarily blind and totally disoriented. He walked liked he was trying to get away from something all day and night Monday — scared, whimpering and bumping into things. It’s only now, Tuesday, he’s starting to seem like himself and is calm enough to lay down and rest.
This is the second major cluster seizure event in the last 2 months, he almost didn’t pull out of this one. Bonnie and I spoke to the vets at the clinic as well as our regular vet and they agree if he continues to experience this level of seizures having him put to sleep might be a greater act of love then to keep trying to save him.
That being the case, we are keenly aware, more then ever now, each day with him is a gift. I don’t believe it’s a matter of if the next big cluster happens, but when.