Current Mood

Herself speaks.

In this Ongoing Pandemic Weirdness, it is hard to post -- so little seems important enough to set into words, and yet everything is rather a bit fraught so surely processing by writing would help?  

Is there any relevance to internal dialog that includes thoughts such as: Should I bleach all the doorknobs and lightswitches?

I think that perhaps I will opt for a daily (or at least a regular) photo post for a bit. It might be a motivational task. Or will it, like everything else, seem overwhelming in the face of everything, and yet nothing, matters?

We shall see. In the meanwhile, New Old Dog summarizes the current sentiment nicely.

Love Your Mom

Twitch

We were able to take Tiny Dog to the vet's to follow up on the seizure of last week.  The good news: the bloodwork didn't show anything significant that might be causing seizures.  Although platelets and bilirubin were both a bit high, everything else was within normal parameters.  The bad news: so, we don't know what's causing the seizures. Hmmm.

The Googles tells me that a likely cause of geriatric-onset seizures in canines is... brain tumors. Oh, dear. There is no way I'm going to subject a nearly ten-year-old, five-pound chihuahua with a grade 6 heart murmur to an MRI, though, so we'll likely never know for sure.

And does it matter? The course of treatment would be palliative, as it is now. For the moment, the strategy is to start her on anti-seizure meds. I'm ambivalent, because I am concerned about side effects, yet also worried about the possibility of more, and more severe, seizures.

Is this the beginning of the end? Is this a long slow walk? Or will it be a fall off of a cliff? There is no way to be sure.

I don't like not knowing things.

We'll do the best we can for our very tiny dog. She is so small. And cute. She breaks my heart.

Oh, Tiny Dog.

Summertime

Today's earworm: Summertime, by Orville Peck.

Perfect.

Shoulder Dog

On the patio in the evening, after becoming worn out from seeking the lizards.

Detente

Offspring the Third wanted very much to get a companion for his kitty. And so, another kitty has joined the household. Kitty the First took umbrage at interloper Kitty the Second, but they appear to be working things out. 

It's good for our small fur friends to have a similar fur companion. Tiny Dog, for all her grumbling, previously tolerated (and even occasionally enjoyed) Elderly Three-toothed Dog's company, and now feels the same about New Old Dog. As long as there is an understanding about who is in charge, there should be no issues. 

Good luck, kitties. Offspring the Third will take very good care of both of you. 

Let It Be

Herself speaks.

Tiny Dog had another seizure last night. It lasted about a minute and a half -- forever, it seemed.  Fortunately we had the wherewithal to film a bit of it so that we can show the vet exactly what happened. She was a little groggy, agitated, and unsteady afterward, but eventually settled down to a peaceful night. She has spent much of today tucked inside my shirt while I work from home. She seems a bit tired, but still feisty.

Because of pandemic restrictions, our regular vet had no appointments available until next Friday. My only other option was to drop Tiny Dog off at the vet's office, so that they could look at her whenever they could squeeze her in. Given her personality and her grade VI heart murmur, I thought spending all day trembling in a cage alone at the vet's office would be a Very Bad Situation. So now, we wait. We keep her calm and comfortable.

I'm not sure what this portends. All my COVID-related fears are now centered on the mental image of my Tiny Dog alone without her people, and my heart breaks at the very idea.

Tiny Dog. We will do what we can for you.

Here is a song for you, with a kindred spirit. Malinda serenades a feisty tiny dog with Let It Be. Perfect.