Day 174 of Project 365: Brain Storms

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Earlier today, I heard some scuffling noises from FunkyPlaid’s study, and then FunkyPlaid shouting, "Torgi!" Sometimes when Torgi gets startled, he digs his claws in and jumps off FunkyPlaid’s lap, causing this type of reaction, so I didn’t think too much of it.

The scuffling noises continued, as did the shouting, and then the tone of the shouting changed. I have never heard that tone in FunkyPlaid’s voice before. In a second, I was in his study, where I saw him kneeling before Torgi, calling his name.

Torgi was having a seizure. I had seen this happen to animals and even a few people before, but FunkyPlaid hadn’t. Regardless, it was horrible to witness. I called the vet and they said to bring Torgi in as soon as we could. Once he stopped seizing, FunkyPlaid got the cat carrier assembled while I sat with Torgi, stroking him and talking softly to him. He stared vacantly for a while, just sitting in place, and then he … returned, it looked like.

I started to try and wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth and he immediately got up and rubbed up against me. Then he heard FunkyPlaid’s voice and went to go find him. He seemed fairly normal when we got him into the carrier and to the vet. The vet says he is in good health, and didn’t see the need for blood work. While she was examining Torgi, he curled up on his side and snuggled FunkyPlaid’s arm.

We brought Torgi home and he hid under the chair for a few hours, bathing himself, then came out for dinner. He seems to be fully recovered, although he is a bit restless and less cuddly than usual right now. Bedtime is his favourite time because he loves to snuggle in between us like a person with his head on the pillow. I am looking so forward to that tonight that I might go to bed extra-early.

The vet informed us about seizures, and of course I’ve been doing my own research. This may be a one-off thing and mean nothing for his long-term health, or it may be something else. We just don’t know. We’re keeping a close eye on our sweet boy.

12 thoughts on “Day 174 of Project 365: Brain Storms

  1. Gwen Cone

    O how scary for both of you!  I hope its a one time thing.  My Ignatius did that once and it terrified me.  It never happened again, though and he was pretty much just tired afterwards and then totally okay.  Big hugs to you guys.

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  2. Miska

    Oh no! I am so sorry that you all had to experience that!

    Seconding Gwen’s desire to have this be a one time thing

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  3. davmoo

    When my dog Sammy was still in this world, he regularly had seizures when he got older, usually about every three months. The first time it scared the living poo out of me. I had never seen a dog having a seizure, and in fact didn’t know they could even have them. After talking to the vet, I no longer reacted with that degree of fear, but I never got “comfortable” with them either.

    When he recovered from a seizure, he’d reach a point where he’d just kind of look around the room with an expression on his face that was like “Uh oh, what’d I do? Everyone is staring at me.” Then he would sleep for a couple of hours, then drink about three gallons of water, and all was well.

    Hopefully this will indeed be a one time thing for Torgi.

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    •  Thanks, davmoo. Like you said, I don’t think I’ll ever get comfortable seeing that, but at least I’m not catastrophising.

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  4. FunkyPlaid

    Thanks for your words here, folks. It shows us that not only is this a fairly common occurrence, but that your feelings for your respective animals are just as deep and kind.

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  5. Robert Hansen

    As my friend Ochressandro’s fond of saying about brains, “sometimes the software just breaks.”  Here’s hoping it’s a bug and not a crash.

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  6. Tamzen

    Prospero has seizure in the last few years of his life. He was a Birman and yeah it’s scary when you don’t know what it is the first time. We ended up putting him on phenobarbitol which seemed to help a good deal with the seizures.

    It embarrassed him more than anything it seemed though like others mentioned he would be a bit disoriented and need to drink a lot after one of them. He hated making a mess and he would drool a lot and then pee himself too. Poor old cats. We love them so much and it’s so hard to see them decline.

    Best of luck in finding something that helps him live a long and happy life. hugs.

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    • Thanks for your kind words, Tamzen. Poor old cats, indeed. The hardest part of all of this is coming to terms with the fact that Torgi won’t be with us forever.

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