Regular readers know that the "mascot" of this blog is my dog Bella. She's an older dog with health issues, and there have been a couple of occasions in recent years when I feared that we were close to losing her. Fortunately, she has always pulled through. (A couple of years ago, when she needed an operation to remove two tumors, my readers were so generous that everyone in this household wept -- even yours truly, and I'm a surly old bastard.)
Today, I came home from lunch to discover a truly disturbing phenomenon: Bella was wandering around frantically, bumping into walls and chairs and everything else. I don't think
she has gone blind, but I cannot be sure. She reacts to the sound of my voice only when I yell her name.
The dog seems to have completely lost her balance, as though her inner ear has completely malfunctioned. Worse, she would not stop moving -- she keeps trying to explore her world and get her bearings. Right now, I have her enclosed in an area consisting mostly of soft blankets.
There was also vaginal discharge, which has been a recurrent problem for the past couple of years.
I gave her an amoxicillin (an antibiotic, which she does not
receive regularly) and a benadryl, which is usually enough to put her to sleep -- hell, it puts me
to sleep. (On a previous occasion, the vet once suggested benadryl, so I am presuming that it is safe for dogs.) For about half an hour, she kept wandering about in a very confused manner and had a difficult time staying still. I've also made sure that she has had plenty of water to drink.
Lately, her diet has consisted mostly of tuna. This morning, she had chicken and rice.
I'm writing this post to ask my readers if they have ever seen anything like this happen to their own dogs. Is this condition temporary?
I'll take her to the vet when I have the money, but right now, all I can do is try to keep her safe and calm.
One of my enemies once accused me of caring only about my dog and not about people. There's some truth in this. It's not that I dislike people, but I cannot deny my Bella is the truest joy in my existence. Alas, she has reached the age where all I can do is plead for just one more year.
If anyone out there knows what is going on, please let me know. Her current disorientation is so difficult to watch.
This weekend, I was going to write part two of my memories of the Santa Susannah pass -- the rocky area that the Manson gang once called home. On my last trip there, I took Bella to explore those wonderful red rocks. She would leap from boulder to boulder like the Amazing Spider-Dog. What a great canine athlete!