attackfish

Amy is my seizure alert dog... kind of. First off, she's my dad's dog, and second, she has no formal training, she just alerts. She was wild for about a year before we got her according to our vet, and she doesn't handle change or surprise or other big dogs well enough for me to take her anywhere. Even though I can't take her with me, however, our big, black, grumpy old lady chow/akita mix has been a godsend, and a lifesaver.

I'm having some trouble with one of my medications right now, so I was trying out a new one last night, and it touched off a huge seizure. I staggered out of my room to tell my mother it was coming, and Amy bolted up the stairs, pushed me to the ground, and refused to let me up until my emergency meds kicked in. My seizures make me run, and Amy, amazing girl she is, knows this and didn't let me put myself in danger. She refused to leave my room and go to sleep with Mom and Dad, and instead watched over me and woke me up when my meds wore off and I started having another seizure, and kept watching me until this morning, when the danger had passed.

This is only the latest in a long line of times she has told me a seizure was coming so I could get my meds earlier, or sat with me until they kicked in, or whined until my parents came. She is a wonder. I don't know what I would do without her.

Amy, our big, beautiful black dog, in the snow