This is my baby lowland gorilla, Gromit.
Okay, he's actually a pug/Boston terrier cross, but he looks like a gorilla, and here he looks like a demented sock puppet.
Last night he started exhibiting what can only be called "signs of neurological distress." By the time I got him to Dove Lewis, his front end was stiff, he was drooling and panicky, he couldn't hold his own weight, his head and neck were craned back as far as they could go, and he had vomited all over me and the backseat of my car where I was holding him, sort of like in the Exorcist. It was very, very grim when we got to DL.
Thanks to some steroid injections and anti-nausea the panic started to subside, and by 11pm last night in the ICU he recognized me and gave me giant kisses and smiles and tail wags and snuggled his stuffed armadillo toy I brought him. This morning his back end is still unstable, but he's in good spirits. He's currently in for observation and tests at a doggie neurologist. My amazing boytoy, Patrick, not only sat with me all night, he ran and got me Little Big Burger while we were waiting at DL for news. And, being friends with my vet, last night she came to Dove Lewis to get the full scoop and visit me and check in on my gorilla. It's times like these, when I am surrounded by amazing professionals and specialists all within a few miles of my home, and when friends of mine are calling me, offering to sit with me at the office, or run out and get me lunch - it's times like these I realize how incredibly lucky we were to land here in Portland. Even my day-job boss has been amazing - helping me with the bills and letting me stay at his townhouse near Dove Lewis so I could be nearby if Groms took a turn last night. And I got to wash my vomit-covered LL Bean jacket.
I won't know until later what on earth happened to my baby. Perhaps a form of encephalitis or meningitis; perhaps a stroke or embolism; perhaps a bizarre seizure (though it lasted a very, very long time). All I know is that I plan on having this ridiculous face greet me for a good many more years - I mean, how could you not love a comical guy like this?