Last night was a bit rough for us. Carson fell asleep on the couch next to me and I woke up to him falling off the couch in a seizure. This was about 2:45 am. Ugh. The good thing is that it was relatively short and he seemed to come out of it easily.
Fast forward a bit - we bathed him and got him calmed down and went back to bed around 4:00 am. We invited him up in our bed. Of course he sleeps next to me on my pillow. He woke up at 5:00 am in another seizure. Ugh. Now we are freaked out. It was very short this time, but still it's scary.
So we got him settled down again and then, because he wouldn't stop whinning, we let him out. That's when our night got worse. He took off. Literally. Left our yard. We had forgotten to put back on his collar, but he's been outside without his collar before and never left. He's trained.
So Jim comes in the bedroom at 5:30 and says "I can't find Carson". Really!? I am not thinking it's a big deal yet, but after some quick looking, we realized that he was just gone. And because he's never left before and his recent seizure, we have no idea what he'd do or where he'd go.
Jim walked our entire neighborhood looking for him in the blackness of night. Flashlight in one hand, phone in the other. Sigh. I stood outside the garage door from time to time with Sydney hoping he'd smell her or hear her and come home. Nothing.
By 6:30, we were freaked out. He had walked all the way down our street and our section. He walked down past my parents. No sight of him. I encouraged him to get into the car and start driving. Who know where he was at this point. It had been almost an hour. It's cold and dark out. The temps were low and the streets were iced over.
He took off and within 15 minutes, he had a phone call from a neighbor saying he was over off Nelson. Wow. He took a really good long walk. Jim found him prancing around. Thank God he was fine. Just wet mostly.
But he's home.