24 Hours

I'm pleased to report that Duncan has made it 24 hours without a seizure! This is great news. Now if he can just make it another six years or so without seizures... I'm still keeping a close eye on him, of course, but I may actually sleep in my own bed tonight, rather than on the couch. Duncan is nearly back to his old self. He's still just a bit off kilter, having trouble relaxing in one place for a while, and being a little clingier than usual but he's not pacing as much as he was yesterday.

Reyna, on the other paw, has apparently decided I've not paid enough attention to her this weekend. She's been extra special sick since yesterday morning. Its a good thing her ultrasound is tomorrow afternoon.

Poor Kodiak doesn't quite know what to make of all the weird goings-on. He's been a little stressy, but he's finally relaxed enough to curl up on the couch next to me and go into a puppy coma.

Oh, and Belle is seriously ticked that I didn't sleep in the bed with her last night. I told her she could join me on the couch, but no, she's too good for that...