Ki, our fourteen-year-old puppy, gave us another scare last week. I got back from California a week ago yesterday. The following day, Ki and I had just gotten back from a very nice walk. I settled into my afternoon's work and he crashed on the floor in the music room just behind me. Maybe an hour after our walk I heard a strange scuffling. I turned around to see him trying to stand up, his head cocked to one side, and his arms outstretched and paddling. I picked him up; after a moment he relaxed. He wasn't walking too steadily for a while, so John and I ran him out to our emergency vet clinic.
Fortunately the same wonderful vet was on duty who cared for him last December. She did a complete workup on him. She never discovered anything that directly explained the seizure, but she did find out that his white cell count was low, and he was showing some signs of kidney problems. She also discovered a bladder parasite that we've now treated. What was strange is that a follow-up blood draw the next day showed the white cell count back to normal.
I'll head him back to the vet next week for another check. He's not shown any sign of other weird behavior. It does make me realize that none of us - puppy or human - is around forever...