First Bad Day
We had a bad morning with our senior dog and looking for affirmation or support.
Our little girl is 14 and was recently had a mass removed that turned out to be malignant. Sure, she sleeps a lot now, but she still gets the zoomies and shows excitement for walks. She is at this point in her life.
Yesterday morning was the first bad day we ever encountered, and it was terrifying. Big disclaimer: she was okay by the afternoon, and doing well now. Yes, we are bringing her to the vet to get checked out.
I wanted to discuss the day with other papillon owners/lovers. I've been reading this forum meticulously to know what to expect over the next year or two and a lot of what I saw yesterday mirrors what I have been reading.
We woke up, and brought her out first thing, as usual, to pee. She didn't go to the bathroom when brought outside, which she normally does first thing in the morning. She acted like she was going to go, but did nothing.
We went back inside. She started pacing incessantly walking back and forth down the hall as my spouse got ready for work. Normally she takes a seat near me on the rug or couch.
Once my spouse finished getting ready, we both sat on the couch. She came to the living room but she stared straight ahead, not at us but really at nothing. He again brought her out to pee or poo, thinking maybe she had to go. 25 minutes outside, nothing.
They came back inside. She doesn't hop on the couch anymore but she usually motions for us to lift her up. Not that morning, she just stared into space again. I manually picked her up, a motion I've done a million times, but she immediately shrieked out louder than I ever heard before. It was like a siren.
I got her to calm down, and she immediately settled in the crook of my legs, with her head on my knee, not moving at all but shivering as if cold. We put on her winter jacket, which seemed to help. It wasn't cold.
We got up from the couch and I placed her on the floor. She walked towards the kitchen and then just stopped. She had that vacant stare again. I couldn't tell what she was doing because she wasn't fully squatted to the floor, only partially. It looked as if she was frozen. Then we realized she began to pee.
We cleaned it up, brought her out (I picked her up again - no screaming from her at all this time), and she did nothing. No walking around, nothing. It was like she was a stuffed doll.
We brought her in, and half an hour later, she did the same thing, peeing on the floor.
She is fine now, completely fine, like nothing ever happened - but I am not. The entire thing just scared me so much. It felt very similar to stories on here of dementia. She was not herself. I am very sad and scared this morning.