Last night I saw my dog, Dash, have a seizure for the first time. I was scared. After it happened I saw him pace around confused. He was panting hard and I sat near him googling what I should do.

I stayed by his side until he calmed down. I didn’t go to bed till 1:40. My sleep was restless. I woke at 6:30, got up to check on Dash who was curled up in a ball, asleep, and I went back into bed.

I took him to the vet. I was exhausted and worried. My eyes were red and puffy from crying. However, Dash was alert, barking at other dogs. He had so much energy, as if last night did not happen.

The vet said he was okay. She gave me a lot of information and possible routes that we could take. When we got home, Dash drank a lot of water, ate all of his food, and went to sleep. The vet must’ve stressed him out.

Regardless, I was exhausted too. I had a schedule to work today but just couldn’t. I decided to relax by folding clothes and washing dishes while watching tv.

I am thankful that Dash is still in my life.