Less than 2 weeks ago our main dog Buster,a 12-year-old Shih Tzu, , suffered a massive stroke.
Marilyn and the dogs were out for a walk on the Sunday afternoon, when all of a sudden he just dropped. He couldn’t move his legs and was vomiting profusely. She took him to a vet and after they checked him over for 8 or ten hours they suggested a neurologist at the Ontario Veterinary College in Guelph, Ontario.
There the resident vet in the Small Animal clinic told us he was suffering from one of three things: He either had an extreme infection (meds would help that), a stroke (he would recover on his own) or, the one that really hurt, he had cancer in the brain. With our permission they ran all the tests including an MRI and came back with a stroke. They had no idea why it had happened but would run more tests to prove the cause. Once again we said “go for it”.
Kind of like “shit happens”.
Two days later we are back at the hospital to find out that none of the tests had come back positive, or in other words, they still didn’t know what caused it. They put a positive spin on that fact though, explaining that if there was no clear cause, then it was unlikely to ever happen again.
While there, we visited my buddy, laying in a cage, hooked up to IV, unable to even roll over let alone stand or walk. You’ll recall that I cried when I lost my truck, you can only imagine how I felt when I thought I was losing my dog too.
The neurologist called us twice a day
Over his stay at the OVC the resident Neurologist called us twice a day to update on his progress. For the first couple of days his reports started with “I think I can see some minor improvement” but by about Wednesday he was excited to say that Buster was really improving.
Thursday morning he came out of ICU.
Thursday afternoon he invited us back to hospital on Friday to visit with Buster and to decide if we wanted to bring him home.
Needless to say we were early for our 2 pm Friday appointment. He could only walk a step or two before he fell, but he would do his best to get up and make that step again. You could tell he was happy to see us (Angel cried when the doctor brought him in the room) and he was definitely ready to come home.
Every day we see improvements.
Over the past week we have seen major improvements every day but his performance this morning we absolutely blog-worthy.
We were out for a walk and in one of our dogs favorite area of the park, Buster clearly wanted out of the wagon and he wanted to walk. I put him down and off he went. He swaggered and staggered a lot, he often fell, but he always got up. We found an old tennis ball on the beach and we played fetch for close to half an hour.
He’s resting now, sacked out on the floor near my feet.He is certainly one happy dog, and I am one really happy Buster’s Bud.
Who knows, maybe this will get me back on my blog.
“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” Josh Billings
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