Coco had an interesting little episode today. We were in the bedroom taking a nap and she was out in the living where she likes to hang out, and suddenly we heard her struggling on the hardwood to move around. Liz went out to check on her, and she was laying on the floor. Then, Liz noticed some wet spots on the floor, and a spot over elsewhere by the patio door that looked like throw-up maybe, and Coco started reverse sneezing and kind of collapsed.
Scary.
But…then she was fine. And she’s been fine ever since.
It’s frustrating and nerve-wracking because I didn’t actually see what happened. Neither of us did. Did she eat something that made her throw up? Was it Cooper that did that? Was she just trying to move too fast on the floor, and that’s why she spun out, and maybe made herself reverse sneeze? OR…did she have a fucking stroke? I don’t know. Neither of us do. But, she’s fine now. Totally normal. For the rest of the day. Sigh.
Coops had something like that once. I swear he had a seizure or something. He suddenly couldn’t walk, didn’t know who I was, etc. Ran him to the hospital down the street from us…and he was fine when we got there. No idea what really happened. Hasn’t happened since.
Hopefully that’s what this is. Never happens again. I mean, she’s literally next to me in bed right now doing wiggle worm. Happy and feisty as a clam.
Sigh.
Decently restful day except for that. Got my work done. It’s cold. Ready for a last week of work before some time off.
Night night.