Poor Scooter...

My mom called me this weekend to let me know that my dog had two seizures last week. This was a new thing, she'd never had them before. And she's 14 years old. Mom took Scooter to the vet on Saturday morning, and they could find nothing wrong with her. However, mom informed me earlier today that the seizures worsened over the weekend and now Scooter's not eating and can't walk without having a seizure. Mom took her back to the vet this morning. They did blood work and put her on meds which should stop the seizures.

Well, mom just got a call from the vet about the blood work, and then she called me. The blood work is fine, but according to the vet, this means that Scooter has a tumor somewhere, probably in her brain. So, the meds should work. But if they do, all they're doing is buying her some time. Maybe a year.

You know, when you get a dog, you know from day one that eventually she'll die. But no matter how often you tell yourself that, it doesn't make it any easier. My doggie's dying, and all I want to do is hold her. But she's thousands of miles away...

Truth is, I may not even get to see her before she goes. This really, really sucks. And now I'm at work, full out crying.