My meningitis came back.  I went back on my tablets, but they interacted very badly with me this time and I started vomiting blood.  My grandma took me to her vet (I was staying with her at the time) and they diagnosed pancreatitis.  They took me off my meningitis medication as this was affecting it, and I was in hospital for a couple of days.  It was touch and go there for a while, and both my grandparents and my aunty-mum and uncle-dad had to make a decision about whether I should continue on or perhaps call it a day.  Apparently my humans were very distraught by this, but couldn’t really do much being where they were.   They wanted what was best for me.

Luckily, on the day everyone turned up at the vet to make that decision, I was feeling a whole lot better and came bounding out to see them.  Crisis averted for the moment, but  in the next few days my meningitis came back.  The vet put me on the expensive medication hoping it would work on my brain without upsetting my pancreas.  Lucky for me (and my humans) it worked.

It has been about six weeks now and I’m almost back to normal.  I’m jumping on the couch, barking, playing (more slowly) and going for walks.  There are some days where I’m not so good, and I’m still on the scary medication and have a no-fat diet, but things are certainly better than they were.  On Saturday I had another blood test and my results were almost perfect; so things are looking good.

And the world is getting quieter and quieter; the Vet said that I’m going deaf.  I just thought everyone was suddenly speaking much quieter.  I can still hear a bit (mostly higher frequencies) but luckily Mum and Dad are working on hand signals for me so I can still understand what they want.

So I’m going to start 2012 quite a happy dog.

I had idiopathic meningitis and have been very sick for a number of months.  I’m still coming off my medication but I’m feeling a lot better than I was; I can go for walks and jump on the couch and go for a little run.

Thanks to everyone who sent me very nice messages while I was sick; hope to see you all soon.

I’m just going to do a fair bit of sleeping and see if I can’t make myself feel better.

But  after a while it is a little scary.

And I couldn’t work out how to get out again.

So I had to wimper and cry until Ashley realised I was under there.  He then called out for Morgan (who collapsed into a laughing fit for a minute) and then they both got me out from under the deck.

I was very dirty (which doesn’t fit with my lovely white fur) so Ashley put me in the spa for a couple of minutes and game me a wash down.

Hmm, perhaps now I’m clean and dry I’ll go and see what bugs I can find in the garden to chase…

I’ve had a great birthday.

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After the walk on the beach, the inevitable happened.  I still managed to wake up from my nap and demand a game with the ball though.