At 4AM this morning, my partner came rushing down the stairs, with my darling little Becca, who was violently thrashing around for no apparent reason.
She was acting so wildly, it almost evaded me that she was not breathing, and her desperately flailing her legs didn't help any. She had been doing the "reverse Sneezing" for some time now (a couple years) and I just took a chance, leaned forward and puffed some air into her lungs.
She breathed out quickly, but that stopped as she thrashed more, and I gave her three more breaths before she started breathing on her own. The pressure from the Pulmonary Resuscitation expanded her Trachea sufficiently enough for regular air passage.
Though she was acting quite normally within fifteen or so minutes, I took her to the Vet anyway. They did a couple tests including a Fluro of her Trachea which showed a narrowing of it. The picture of that is being sent to a specialist as I write.
So, I've been called a "Hero" twice today, but...
I look at it as being blessed with the presence of mind, and expertise to have saved my little darling's life. Ha, I guess throughout about 40 years of working in Health Care, and having gone through the mandatory CPR Classes many many times, including the "Baby" resuscitation procedures paid off big time.
I urge any and all who have not gone through a Doggy CPR course, to please do so.