Poor Sunny is getting old. I think she is 98 in dog years. In people years, she is 14. This past Thursday night, she started walking funny…. almost like she was drunk. She was wobbling here and wobbling there. Jim had to help her down and back up the stairs for her to be able to go outside. Friday morning dawned, and she was walking a little better, so I was encouraged. She was still a bit wobbly, but made it up and down the stairs on her own. I called the vet and got her an appointment for Saturday morning.
By Saturday morning she was walking even better. She only got lopsided if she shook her head, so I thought maybe she was having inner ear trouble. The vet, however, had a different diagnosis. Sunny had suffered a stroke. Not a debilitating one, but a stroke nonetheless. He said there is nothing that can be done and that once dogs have one stroke, others will likely follow. I asked what the life expectancy for her breed and size is and he informed me that she had already passed it.
On the plus side, Doc prescribed her an arthritis medication to improve her quality of life (she has a very pronounced limp and is slow in getting up and moving around prior to the stroke). He said that we should know within 3 days if the medicine helps her. Three days? We could tell Sunday morning that she was feeling much better. Almost puppy-like. There is now a spring in her step — ok, not really a spring, but she is moving around much better. She will always have a residual wobble from the stroke.
Realistically, I know that Sunny won’t be with us for much longer. I’ve accepted it in my mind, but now I must accept it in my heart. I’m just hoping that when the time comes, she goes peacefully in her sleep. I’m not sure I can make the decision to help her along.