Do you believe in Miracles?

I know the title of this post sounds weird and to some a loony sort-off action on my part. But seriously, I would like to know - Do you believe that miracles do happen in reality?

Certain events that have occurred in my life over the past two days, in a way have compelled me to think about ‘uncertainties of life’ and the manner in which it can bring in immense happiness and equally worse anguish practically at the very same time.

On Tuesday night, my Spike suffered brain lesion attack (fits) because of parasite infection in the brain; in human terms he was suffering from brain fever. Me, my family and some of my friends were up the entire night, literally sprinting from one doctor’s clinic to another’s. The only way to calm him down was by giving him a shot of Campose, which too barely managed to give him relief for barely an hour. And then again the innocent creature had to go through the excruciating ordeal - not twice or thrice but nearly 8 times in the next 15 hours.

My vet advised us to take him to a specialist in Kandivali because he was the only one who had an x-ray machine in his clinic, so that we could rule out if Spike was suffering from stomach infection as well. The drive from Juhu to the specialist in Kandivali at 4.00 am, I would say was the longest drive of my life. With mum sitting in the front, I on the wheels and my house-helper holding Spike on his lap - the only words that would come out of my mouth time-n-again were, “Arjun is he breathing?”.

Though the roads were empty, I some-how could not find the energy to speed up the accelerator. And at times the sound of passing cars would literally get drowned in Spike’s cry of pain. Once at the specialist’s clinic, I just stood helplessly while my baby struggled to cope up with his bodily pain, as well as the trauma of having thousands of needles pushed against his soft skin every few minutes. Here too the Doctor confirmed Spike’s illness to be the result of parasite infection which had reached his brain. And then he blurted out the dreaded words, “Some dogs get better in few weeks and some take months. Not all medicines work effectively on the brain; all we can do is wait and watch”.

After another shot of Campose, we loaded him in the car and headed back for home. I always believed in the practice of ‘Euthanasia’ and today when was forced to think on the same lines for my baby, my heart shuddered with its very thought. Maybe I was thinking more about myself then him - I just wasn’t sure as to how long would I be able to handle his pain. With a choked throat, I told my mum the worst decision of my life - I would give him 2 more days, if he doesn’t get better then I will ask the doctor to put him down.

My decision took a lot of people by shock; my best friend couldn’t understand as to how I could be so heart-less, my mum tried to pacify me down, my sister asked me to think with a relaxed mind. But I had made up mind - for me I would rather let him go with a quick & painless death rather than have him take his every breath with un-imaginable amount of misery.

I took him to his vet again at 8.00 am; the lady had been up all night with us. I am sure for her it was equally painful to watch her patient’s suffering and that too after going through a successful surgery. Thing hadn’t changed much, every time Spike would wake up from his drugs-enforced sleep, he would suffer from another attack and my heart would sink even lower. I guess what makes this sort of an experience even more painful is that these beautiful creatures can’t even talk back and complain. Inspite of being in so much pian every time I brushed my hand against his skin and took his name, he would open his beautiful brown eyes and wag his tail with whatever energy his body frail body could let out.

The only positive news so far was his blood test report which did confirm the parasite infection but it had not effected his kidneys and liver.After his courses of antibiotics were done for the morning, I got him home around 1.00 in the afternoon. I did not move an inch away from him though there were times when I wanted to run miles away from all that was happening in front of my very own eyes.

But as they say, “Life moves around in mysterious ways” and thankfully this time it was on our side. Things started to change for the better from the time I got him home. After good two hours of sleep, Spike woke up and started to behave as if nothing had ever happened. He had milk, he cuddled up with me and there were times I felt that he was smiling back at me - as if everything we had been through was not reality but just a very bad dream. Just couple of hours back he couldn’t even stand on his feet without support and now he was walking (with the bandaged leg) and peeing on every possible flower pot he could find in our garden.

I took him to the vet again in the night for another shot of antibiotics and his sudden turn-around practically bowled everyone over. So much so, that every time I look at hit?I have to place my hand on his stomach just to confirm that he is infact breathing.

Although now he seems to have recovered almost completely from the brain lesion, he is still required to take the antibiotics shoots for the next couple of days. His stitches from the surgery will be removed mostly next week now because he suffered a little bleeding from the wound during the seizures.

According to my vet, Spike was a winner - he never gave up even when his dearest and trustful owner had lost all faith.

So if you ask me whether I believe in miracles, my answer without a thought would be a ‘yes’.

Yes! Miracles do happen and yes things do change for the best even when there is no hope left.

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