My girl could use prayers, vibes...whatever and everything. Paxil is 14, by my best guess. She's battled and beaten mast cell cancer three times. She voluntarily retired from her lead dog duties this winter. I miss her every time I hook a team up. She's been doing pretty well lately. Bouncy, happy, noisy, full of kisses. Deaf as a post, but otherwise well.
Tonight, I stopped at a friend's to meet their new puppy(adorable). When I got home, I found Paxil in her favorite doghouse, head first, unresponsive to the other dogs' racket. She could not get out of the house on her own. She had vomited and lost control of her bladder. I carried her inside. She can walk, very, very slowly and unsteady, but she can. I don't think she can stand on her own. I think she's had a stroke.
She does not seem to be distressed or in pain. She won't eat, but did drink a bit. She's so quiet and hasn't given me a kiss all evening. She is usually a very talkative girl who will lick anyone's face off given half a chance.
I've left a message for and emailed the mobile vet. I'm not even sure she's in town right now though. If she gets any worse or seems distressed at all, I'll take her to the regular clinic. Paxil is the dog who changed my whole life; I am so not ready for this.
Originally Posted by Glacier
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