Monday, September 27, 2004

5:48 A.M. and Helpless

The Iz was acting unusual this morning, as I sat over a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of milk.  Restless, pacing around my feet, as they dangled from the stool.  She was whining at me, at 5:48 A.M., so I reached down to pet her, and she fell into a Grand Mal.  Jaws agape, eyes bulging, rigid limbs, I could only babble to her, like you do to a newborn.  Damn, I was helpless to do anything else.  It was her sixth seizure in one year.

Posted by John Venlet on 09/27 at 03:59 AM
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