Mercury in Retrograde

[Drunk Monk]

Just as I got my muse hotline going to write, Yuki had another seizure. It was a bad one. Watching a loved one go through a seizure is horrible, especially when you can not explain what happened to them afterwards. Yuki presents a textbook post-ictal stage after his seizures, so disoriented. I can see his confusion in his eyes and tried to comfort him using my talk down tones. 

Holding my dog as he contorted wildly and pissed all over (outside thankfully) while praying that he wouldn't have a stroke or cardiac - that was not what I was expecting for the ides of March.

My neighbor's two frenchies were in the backyard. I let them out when he's at work if I'm here. They came off their veranda and looked very concerned. 

He's resting quietly now. We had two walks, a short one about an hour afterwards, and his usual park visit. We also played with his boomerang for a good session, one that I had to stop because he was getting to psycho and overworked, and I thought he should rest. By the park visit, he seemed like his old self. He ate dinner well, and is sleeping it off now. 

I'm not going to be able to shake this off for a while. My poor puppy.