Thanks guys. The neurologist seems very certain that it's something in my spine, rather than my brain... But I'm going to have a scan so he can make sure.
He said that if it is what he thinks it is, it should go away on its own, but we'll confirm a diagnosis before we get too excited!
Hope everything is well. You'll be in my prayers.
Mine: I bathed my little Jack Russell Friday night. It was so cold and we had a fire going. I let her out for a potty break and went to feed my 7 month old. She scratched at the door, and I told her "Just a minute, Annie. Get down!" Next thing I know my husband said "There's something big going on back there." He heard her yelping behind the house. I rushed out and there was silence. I called for her for what seemed to be forever but it was really just about 5 minutes. She stuggled for about 200 feet up the stairs and into her bed by the fire. I covered her up and told her I loved her. I rushed her to the 24 hour emergency vet service which was about a 25 minute drive because I didn't have money for the turnpike.
The vet let me go back to her as they gave her an IV and warmed her up. She was in a massive state of shock and had a herniated abdominal wall. I didn't have the 1500 for surgery, so I told him to do whatever they could to make her comfortable. The last thing I told her was that I loved her and to please make it through the night. She kept on lifting her head and looking for me. Her eyes were glazed but she kept on putting her nose back into the oxygen mask, so I thought she might make it. She died two hours after I left. I knew it...I knew she left me because the vet called and said she died at 1:30, exactly the moment when I swear I thought I heard here in the house (weird, huh?)
I blame myself for all this and feel terrible. I have never suffered a loss of a dog this heartbreaking. I keep kicking myself for letting her go out for so long and for not opening the door when she was there. I keep wondering if I could have saved her if I had the money for the surgery or if I had been able to get there more quickly. I can't stop crying or thinking about her. I find her little white furs all over the place, my jacket, the porch. I am so depressed...