I had this funny post I was going to put out today. When I was getting Calvin’s prescription filled at Target yesterday I had the following conversation with the pharmacy technician.
Me: “I need to get this prescription filled for my dog.”
Her: “Have you had this filled here before?”
Me: “No. This is the first time I’m getting a prescription at Target.”
Her: “We put bands on our bottles so you can color code them. What color would Calvin like?”
Me: (Blink, blink) “Why don’t you surprise him.”
I was going to go into whether dogs can even see in color, and blah, blah. But now what’s the point? I’ll never open that prescription bottle with the blue band the tech picked out.
Calvin started having seizures again early yesterday morning. He had a total of eight in 26 hours. This morning when both the dogs were eating in the laundry room I heard the ironing board get knocked against the wall. When I went to see what happened Calvin was in the middle of another seizure. His body was convulsing and his head? His head was banging against the concrete floor. BAM! BAM! BAM! (Stopping to wipe tears away….this is really hard.) I grabbed some folded towels that were on the dryer and was able to get them under him. After a minute or so it stopped and I used one of the towels to wipe the foam off of him and the floor. He looked at me with his brown eyes for a moment and then stood up and went back to eating his food. I stood up with my back against the wall, both literally and figuratively. I asked myself: What is going to happen when I’m at work? How badly could he hurt himself during a seizure? What are these seizures doing to his brain? What am I supposed to do…but I already knew the answer.
Losing a pet is hard. Making the decision to end your pet’s life is even harder.
Rest in Peace, Calvin.