We had a really bad scare last night with my baby boy Jack. He had a sudden seizure that lasted for well over an hour. It was pretty messy: emotionally and physically. It was a sleepless night, a lot of texts going back and forth. It’s the sort of night that makes you tired in a way that sleep can’t help; it makes you tired to think, to remember (good things and bad); it’s one of those nights that you live an entire sequence of events that in reality took years to occur, but on nights like that, like last night, you live it in about 30 seconds, and in a never ending loop.
So, while I was rushing to the ER with Jack, Mr. Susan was scrambling to take care of T, and I was freaking out, and the interwebs got busy sending good thoughts. They helped. They helped me so much; just knowing that my friends all over the world were thinking of Jack helped me. So thank you again, and again and again and again.
This has been a hard week; I started off with photographing a 13 year old rescue who is terminal with cancer, and his owner; I had another shoot scheduled for today with a 14-year-old deaf and blind Min-Pin and his owner (but that’s been postponed). Seems like a like of dogs passing through lately, doesn’t it?
He’s back home now; he’s resting comfortably and he’s in his favorite spot on the couch. We don’t know yet what exactly happened, but he’s having an MRI next week. It could be a couple of things; only one of them would be good news. But I’ve been through this so many times in recent memory that I’m not even going to that place. Once I open that door my brain will whirr and hum and it just won’t let up until I fall apart from exhaustion. Not tonight. I’m just going to enjoy my dogs, my dinner, my movie and my world.
And my friends. All that good juju I’m sending back to you right now, in triplicate.