Everyday I wake up and am thankful that Watson is in my life. He makes me laugh and cry within the same moment. He has the ability to fill my heart with joy and sadness at the same time. I know everyone who has the pleasure of sharing their life with that special little soul feel the same ups and downs. Cheers to all of you for caring and loving and holding on to the special moments.
Nap time at the Harrell House. Watson has the ability to sleep anywhere, anytime, and in any position. Sadly, when he ends up in my lap, I am forced to either watch reruns of Scandal or NCIS for fear I might wake up this sweet baby. Just glad I had the remote close at hand.
Watson started the day with robust energy. The problem he is having is that the duck is dead. No, we do not have a real duck. But he has a few of the type you find at Petco.
This one was his favorite. He is the one that shook it to death. But for some reason he looks to me for an explanation. – Can you please fix this problem?? – No, Watson, this duck has brain damage and you slit his throat. – What?
Guess we could pick some flowers for the memorial.
Wednesday finds Watson a little annoyed with me. Last week was not a fun week for our boy. Had to visit the neurologist about his brain. Which, in case you are wondering, does exist and I have seen the pictures! Watson has been having seizures and last Tuesday he have a bad one, so they decided to do an MRI and a spinal tap. I was worried that his little brain was going to be eaten up with cancer or cyst. Or maybe he had meningitis. But, no brain damage that is visible, no tumor, no evidence of stroke and no inflammation in the spinal fluid. The boys brain looks good folks, but as a result of his last round of seizures, his eyesight was affected. Blind. But slowly it is coming back. Seems sometimes they get nerve damage to the optical nerve. So, everyday I am poking my finger at him, hoping for a blink. Well, he is blinking and he is tired of me trying to poke his eye out. Seriously annoyed. So now instead of 2 , Watson is on 3 different meds to control these seizures. Been hard on my heart!
The shaved leg for his IV has started to itch..looks like a poodle cut to me.
You can see how his back was shaved for the spinal tap.
God knew this boy was going to need help. God also knew I would take care of him. We were meant to be together.