The seizures have never completely gone away. The demon went away with the correct diagnosis, medication and a lot more sleep. Living alone is a little scary sometimes. Luckily, my magnificent hound dog lets me know..before I know, that my brain is about to short circuit. Isn’t it amazing that a dog can do that? My dog, Vinnie Van Gogh, can tell when I’m going to have a seizure..even if he’s asleep downstairs and I’m upstairs online..he always knows before I do.
When that happens, he’ll up or down the stairs to find m. Then he sticks his wet, hound dog nose as close to my face as possible. If a seizure is coming on he’ll sit down, with his long front legs straight and stare passed me..he won’t look me in the eyes. That’s my cue to sit on the floor…so I don’t fall.
When I wake up Vinnie is usually right next to me, sometimes he has a paw over my arm or leg. As soon as my brain stops shooting sparks, Vinnie splits. He’s there before and during the seizure then, I guess his job is done. I’ve tried to train him to get me a cup of water but he’s Mr. No-Thumbs. I love him for all he is and all he is not. Where would we be without our ever-loving pets?
hi jyllian,hope you are well.just checking out your website. im actually about to go to the dog park in a few minutes. you may or may not know me by name but i have a dog named Gibson. we usually hang out and visit for awhile when running into one another at whetstone. feel free to contact me . would like to hear from you.as another point of reference to who i am, we laugh about how Vinnie once peed on my leg. hope to see you sometime.