From there it was a mad dash from work and then down to the vets were I met my daughter who was available to run Gunny over to our vet Linda at Berkeley Veterinary Center (mind you I give her credit because the seizures were still going on during the ride there). Tom, Chrissy and I all met there, where Chrissy then had to run to school.
Once stable it was a trip up to Garden State Veterinary Hospital where Gunny would spend the rest of the weekend. Tom would go home to take care of our 8 year old son. It was a scary drive, with my mom, Gunny and myself in Friday night traffic. The whole ride listening to her distressed breathing as we made the 35 min drive. I can honestly say it was almost as scary as taking one of my kids to the hospital when they were young on the few times they were hurt or sick.
If you have been following my posts and know who Gunny is you already know how much this would break my heart. Tom affectionately calls her the money pit, because every time we get one vet bill squared away there is another one around the corner. This one was no different. If you are fortunate enough to have a pet you can understand what it means to be willing to do almost anything to keep them healthy and safe. Gunny isn't even 2 years old yet, so the shock of her epilepsy and cluster seizures is heartbreaking to watch.
Friday night by the time I dragged into the house I was both emotionally and physically exhausted. Never mind that the next morning when I went to my psychology class I was still out of it. The surprise quiz was quite the wake up for me, and I had to snap out of it and get back to what I needed to take care of.
Its now Sunday night and she is home at last, snoring loudly in her bed where she belongs. We even managed to sneak out earlier today with the kids over to the Cranberry Festival in Chatsworth. It was big and packed with people but the kids had a good time and we all needed a break. As I didn't have to pick Gunny up until late afternoon things worked out ok.
That is life though, it is rarely easy, or perfect. We each go through the motions and do the best that we can and I know that every member of my family is the real gift that makes it all work out. I know I have some phone calls to make on Monday to friends and family I ignored but it is, what it is. I never claimed to be perfect only real. So ends another exciting weekend of school and life as a grown up. I've learned to shake my head and smile when life gets crazy because there will always be moments that are good and bad. I hope I will always have the grace to get through them with a calm smile and compassion when its needed.