I woke up to some unidentified noise exactly 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off this morning. I didn’t hear it again, I didn’t hear the sounds I associate with Roxy’s convulsing, and I didn’t hear Riley pacing back and forth like he does when he’s nervous (like when Roxy is convulsing), so I stayed in bed. Wide awake. I decided to take the dogs with me on my run. I had an awful waking nightmare that the sound I heard was Roxy’s death cry and I would have to explain to my new employer, through my grief, that I wasn’t going to be able to come in today. I told myself I was getting all crazy over nothing, Roxy’s fine, but maybe I should go for a short run to make sure I’ll have time to go through the 5 or so outfit changes it’ll take before I decide what to wear.
I got up. Went downstairs to discover Roxy in recovery mode, wandering around the first floor checking things out like she’s never seen them before. So she did have a seizure. She’s fine now. But the seizure meant I decided not to take them with me. And my run got shorter. Two miles is not enough to calm me down, but I did go a little faster than normal. Anxiety is the ticket, apparently, for a speedy workout. I’m inside, I’m warmed up, and I really need to stop typing and get ready.