Meet you at the Rainbow Bridge!

Thanks, everyone, for all of your support.

I feel even worse, so we're going to the vet today.

Mom is crying a lot, but tells me that soon I'll be
able to frolic, splash in the water, eat sheep poop,
and do whatever makes me happy without feeling
sick anymore.

I'll meet you at the Rainbow Bridge someday....

Kisses and tail wags,
Nyx

I don't feel so good....

I've lost count, but I think that I've had seven seizures since Sunday. Mom and Vesta (and I) are really worried. I'm not recovering fully. Mom says this seems like a continuous cluster during 3+ days. Help!

Last Week Was Weird. Now I'm trying a new medication.

Last week, I had cluster seizures two days in a row. It was weird because I felt weird for two days afterward instead of recovering and feeling like my normal self within an hour or two afterward. My owner got very worried, spoke to my neurologist, and now I am trying one last medication, zonisamide. It made me feel really unsteady on my feet, so fortunately this week they dropped the dose a few days ago and I'm wobbling less.

I fetch most of the balls nowadays. I'm worried about Vesta, who is going blind from PRA, but we still enjoy racing around the field together.

I am, therefore I herd.

Both of my parents are skilled sheepdogs, and so am I. I started working sheep when I was seven months old, but I thought it was a game and chased them around. After a couple months off, I worked the sheep more seriously, and since then I've been working them a couple times a week. The human handlers put a stop to all the fun chasing that I used to do, but I still have a great time. I can do outruns, lifts, and fetches with little resistance from the sheep, but I still don't like to release their heads to my handler. I like to gather and flank, but am not keen on driving. Driving is boring.

Seizures?!

Just when I thought that things were back to normal, I started having seizures that followed my first time at the groomer and visiting the vets and neurologists. I got really hooked on the phenobarbital--It makes me hyper!--but am almost off of it. Now I feel much more happy and even. My mother has learned how to treat my seizures, but she still treats me like I'm made of glass. Doesn't she know that I'm a border collie?!

a pseudo-what?

I'm told that I'm a male pseudohermaphrodite, but I just feel like me.
I look (and act) like a girl, but I had some extra male parts inside. Dr. Benson took them out in February 2006, and I felt much better within two weeks. Being confined to a crate and ex-pen for those two weeks was torture!

My name

Nyx was the Greek goddess of night. In the sheep herding tradition, my name should only be one syllable, so finding a unique name was a challenge. There are only so many one syllable names, and too many border collies named Dot, Fly, and Bud. With my mostly black face and body, it seemed a good fit. Then I really lived up to my name by picking midnight as my favorite playtime. I'm nearly two, and I love playing at night.