Yesterday was National Dog Day, a day we celebrate around here every day. But it sure didn’t start out like a celebration.
My mornings are always chaotic and rushed. I start my day out at 4:45 am and still it’s nip and tuck to get out of here and to work on time.
I got all of the dogs run successfully for the their first run of the morning, holding the pickles and the lettuce was no problem as I fixed all of the their different breakfasts.
First pack out. Check.
Second pack out. Something was wrong with Slinky. Honestly, I thought she had had a stroke. She could barely stand and couldn’t walk at all. It was 6:50 am. Evets closed at 7:30, same time my vet opened their doors. I finished running the dogs, kept checking on Slinky, tears streaming down my face. Jillian never left her side.
As I started to carry her out to the car, Jillian was not letting me out the door so I laid Slinky back down and kenneled Jillian. As I carried Slinky out the door, Jillian screamed. Not a bark, not a howl, she screamed at the top of her lungs. It only brought more tears, but I knew what I had to do.
The vet came immediately into the exam room, not really sure what was wrong. Her heart was racing much too fast, but after a little while she was able to stand and even started to walking.
I laid on the floor right beside her as they did an ekg and ever so slowly, her heart beat came down. They did a chest xray and it was unremarkable. We really have no idea what happened. But it scared the daylights out of me.
We celebrated the minute I brought her home. I let her outside and went to get Jillian. When Jillian saw her, her tail wagged like I have never seen it. She was so happy.
The twins turned 13 in May. Every day is a day to celebrate.