November 21, 2011

White Dog and the rest of the WDA rushed to my side when the phone rang bright and early this morning. They knew that it was Dr. Julia's office calling about Quinn...and they were right. Cindy, Dr. Julia's Number One, had the ER reports and test results and had already spoken with her boss. HOWEVER, Dr. Julia was home with a fever and was most likely not going to be in. Cindy was driving the ER information plus Quinn's file over to the vet's house so she could at least read through everything and call Dr. Russman, the ER Vet. She would attempt to come in the late afternoon and if so, the Clinic would call and have us bring The Other White Dog over...if not "come hell or high water" Dr. Julia would see Quinn on Tuesday.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!" I yelled, hanging up the phone. The uncertainty and the waiting has been torture. Fortunately, Quinn has had no further seizures but everyone in the house jumps at his slightest movement...the poor Mighty Boy must be tired of being stared at as though he was a specimen and sniffed to make sure he was not in jeapordy health-wise.

The Army has developed its own system of taking care of TOWD. This morning Quinn wanted to go outside but the sleeping YoYoMa was still too close to the door. Quinn came halfway into the room and froze. Steve was in the shower and I was in the middle of giving Puff a therapeutic massage for her lungs. Nuka sailed up next to Quinn, briefly touched him on the nose and then walked along his side forming a barrier between him and the other boy. Then she followed him outside to wait for his return.

Every time Quinn has gone outside today, White Dog has casually found a reason to hop on the bed where she could lie and watch the entire yard through the patio doors. While Quinn napped, Puff napped too, but in a position where she blocked his access and he had to awaken her in order to move about...everyone was alerted. YoYoMa has given his brother wide berth as a conscious effort to reduce Quinn's stress level.

I have spent the day as a paranoid nut thinking every time TOWD circled to lie down or repeated his walking path as he went about normal life, that he was starting manic behavior. Someday I will be able to laugh at what an incredible nervous momma I am, but today, it wasn't humorous. Research on the Internet provided a wealth of information and helped me form a list of questions and concerns to discuss tomorrow.

Tuesday's meeting with Dr. Julia will not provide a solution, I know, and will probably raise even more issues, but somehow having HER see Quinn and examine him will make me hopeful...she has guided those of the White Dog Army and their predecessor through myriad of problems.

So for now, we continue the waiting...and breath holding...and believing all will be all right.


bichonpawz said...

Our prayers are with you all....hoping the Dr. will give you good news and ease some of your worries. xoxo Chloe and LadyBug and the mama

Ginger Jasper said...

You have my prayers and Jaspers loudest purrs that you get good news and that all will be well. Come on sweet woofie you can do it.. Hugs and love GJ and carol xx

Random Felines said...

waiting sucks.....purrs for good news!!

Amber DaWeenie said...

Crossing all our paws here for some good news that will ease your minds!

FiveSibesMom said...

Oh, my heart jumps with yours...it is indeed a very scary thing. May Quinn continue to have no more seizures...every Epi-dog parent's true wish. Please keep us posted on how Quinn's doing & the results. We are right there with you.

Brian said...

Oh yes, that waiting is awful, but we are all still sending lots of purrs...just in case!

Kari in Vegas said...

Oh I hope you guys find something out soon and Dr Julia feels better soon

Stop on by for a visit

24 Paws of Love said...

Sounds like the WDA is keeping a close eye on Quinn. I sure they will watch over him. Waiting is always the worse. You are all in our prayers and regardless of the answer, we hope you are able to find the peace of mind you are looking for.