The vet said she couldn’t seen any external signs of a severe blow to the head so it seems likely he had some kind of stroke or interruption of blood flow. She noted he also send have some sort of tic in his left eye as well.
It turns out last night’s shenanigans with Rusty wandering outdoors may have been his response to not feeling well. I got him into the house around five in the morning and he could barely stand, stumbling like he was drunk. I stayed up with him as he laid out on his bed breathing heavily, and I was pretty wrecked as he looked like he was dying. Layne took over later and by morning he was slightly better and drank some milk. I was dreading taking him to the vet as I have no desire to kill him but Maria-Jose stuffed us in her car and got us there in five minutes. She would be an excellent ambulance driver.
The upshot was that he should slowly improve and to that end he gets two pills and a mouthful of vitamins every day and a follow up visit Monday afternoon. All that for less than $25 for the vet and $35 for the meds.
He staggered getting back to the car but he hates being carried and once aboard María-José’s car he seemed to perk up. I was just delighted the vet thought he could heal over time.
He was delighted to be home and took off with his funny staggering gait like he’s drunk but he only fell down when he tried to sit. Once down he got his first dose of medications.
And then he stretched out to sleep after a long emotional morning. He slept a lot which is the best thing apparently. He ate some steak for dinner and drank done milk and slept some more. We are trying to figure out our future plans but what Rusty needs will guide us. Currently he needs rest. Going to sleep with him snoring heavily is a pleasure I cannot take for granted any more.
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