Tiny Dog has been on her seizure medication for a week now. The first few days were a bit rough; her back end was a bit wobbly and she had trouble walking. It was rather a bit heartbreaking. She spent much of the time in the dog carrying sling or in my lap (two of her favorite places). Snoring gently. Not so bad.
The ataxia has improved, and she is her regular feisty self, and I worry a bit less about her having another seizure. I know a break-through seizure is likely inevitable, but I have a little bit more peace of mind with her on the medication. Peace of mind is in scarce supply these days, so we take what we can get.
Bless you, Tiny Dog.
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