Lucy had what looked like a small seizure tonight. This is the the third time in two years.

I carefully checked her over, she didn’t pee or poop herself. She looked like she was off balance on a level floor. Her ears were held askew, her gums were pale, her body tense, her legs splayed and held stiffly.

A few minutes later, after holding and talking to her she seemed back to herself. It’s been the same each time.

It scares me. I am not ready to lose her. It’s too soon after Jay’s death. I am afraid of what the vet will or won’t be able to find.