Fivla came home (to slim down), Taktur was running up and down the fence and BeAnne went to tell him off.
Suddenly she wasn’t running. She had collapsed. Her left side didn’t work.
I was busy trying to put Fivla in the stable (away from her Lothario) while carrying BeAnne in my arms. She just lay there.
OH called the vet surgery – none at the surgery until 17:00 (it was 15:00) – so I called again and said I thought BeAnne had had a stroke and she needed to see a vet now. We were told to come over immediately and a vet would attend.
Daisy drove me while I sat in the passenger seat with BeAnne lying in my arms. All I could do was tell her I was there, I loved her and she must stay calm.
The vet examined BeAnne and her right side was now not functioning (which made me doubt that I had seen her left side give up, but later OH confirmed this too).
Her right front leg had no reflexes. The other three legs worked. She could not weight bear and she flopped over onto her side if we tried to stand her up. At the moment, she is paralysed.
The vet weighed her, gave her an injection of ACP (Acepromazine) and then x-rayed her. BeAnne was a good girl. She managed without an anaesthetic and I stayed at her head telling her how proud I was of her and that her mother loved her. No wriggling, no distress. Just total trust.
Diagnosis so far:
BeAnne has a spinal cord lesion at C7 (just between her shoulder blades). There was no evidence on the x-ray of a tumour but this cannot be ruled out as x-rays shows bones far better than soft tissue.
The vet wanted BeAnne to have complete bed rest. This is possible up to a point but BeAnne’s main aim in life is to be with me, wherever I go. She suffers from separation anxiety (as do I from her) and will do anything to find me at the detriment of herself.
So the plan is that we are going to sedate her for the next few weeks. She can wake up for food and to go outside (if she can weight bear, or I will use a towel sling to keep her upright) for a pee and poo and then she will have another pill (ACP) and go back to bed. The vet has lent us a crate that is just the right size for her usual bed and it will keep her contained.
She will have steroids and sedation in pill form.
At the moment, BeAnne is sleeping. She managed a slight woof, when I came in from taking Fivla to her Fat Fighters Field (Daisy stayed with her). We haven’t negotiated the pee’ing process yet but we will and if we don’t she has one of Lambie’s incontinence pads under her. Everything is washable. I don’t care. I just want her to be comfortable and rested.
I will sleep on a mattress downstairs next to her crate so she knows I am near her.
There will be someone with her all the time – me or Daisy. Daisy is her next best friend and a good substitute for me.
We will now start playing the waiting game. If she doesn’t respond to bedrest and start to regain her legs, then she will be referred south for a CT or MRI scan and possible surgery.
The bit that I can’t get my head around is that our local hospital has a CT scanner but it is for humans only. Words fail.
All your prayers please. All your kind thoughts. BeAnne needs them. She is my little precious heaven.