Our Emily has seizures. I've talked about them before. She's a rescue from a research facility which I know nothing about; the agreement between the research facility and the rescue org require the rescues org NOT to reveal what our Emily was used for. If they even know. It's very likely they do not. Other than being told she was a drug study dog, all I know about our sweet girl is that she is high strung, energetic, intelligent to a fault, and full of delight. And, that she has seizures. Is it epilepsy? Or some other brain disorder? Or any number of other issues surrounding the electrical impulses in her brain? I don't know. I do know that there is a mystery here, and it's one that may never be solved.
Two nights ago Tom and I were snuggled all warm in bed, watching the late news, drowsing off... when we heard some unusual noises in the front room. The front room is directly beyond our bedroom. Tom had just turned off the light, I was nearly in dreamland, when this noise shook me awake.
I sighed in the dark. "You better go see what they're up to," I said. While unusual, it was possible the two dogs (Olive, our baby from the puppy mill, who was and still is a fantastic Mom to all...well, her best trait is how she supervises fights - and by that, I mean, tussles. Whenever Emily and Onyx, the 'cousin', play in the house, Olive interprets it as aggression and promptly lets them know it's not acceptable - it's quite comical to see this little Boston Terrier attempt to break up a 'fight' between two dogs twice her size!) were getting into things, like pulling books off the book shelf or randomly kicking their bones around the hardwood floor. Whatever it was, I figured we needed to nip it in the bud, and quickly.
Tom gave a sigh and threw the covers back. He plodded around the bed to the door, likely thinking this would be a quick reprimand, so he could get back to his warm bed soon!
Several minutes went by. Our house is quite small so I expected to hear Tom telling Emily to cut it out - yes, I assumed it was Emily, but only silence met my ears. I listened harder. You know what I mean; I cocked my head, removed the covers so my ears were exposed to the cold, and craned my neck a bit. Only quiet darkness. Hmmm... not sure why everything was suddenly so quiet, I pushed myself up and slipped on my slippers and went out into the front room.
"What's going on?" I asked, wrapping my robe around me.
"Emily's having a seizure," Tom said, softly breaking the quiet with his voice. The whisper went through me like a bolt of lightning.