Alarums and excursions in the night. Freddy woke me up some time around 1am to say there was something wrong with Poppy. She seemed to have got stuck in a trough in the bed clothes and was unable to right herself but when I lifted her out she was still thrashing and coughing and choking - it looked almost like a fit. I put the light on and found she was unable to stand and was panicking, so I nursed her upright until the coughing gave way to rapid panting, and then that eventually eased and she fell asleep. She slept peacefully next to me for several hours and then got a bit restless so I took her to the pad in the bathroom - she could by then stand but fell over when she tried to shake.
I went online (3.45am…) and made a vet appointment - one free with her usual vet for 9.45, which felt miraculous as you can imagine, especially on a Monday morning. Back to bed where she slept and I snoozed, another bathroom trip around 5 - still falling when she tried to shake but managed a few steps to do a pee more or less on the pad, and we went back to bed again. We got up around 6.45 and I carried her out for a poo - she promptly tried to shake and fell over despite me being ready to catch her. I debated giving her breakfast but she was enthusiastic about the treat wrapped pill so I got the bowls out. Instant transformation - prancing on hind legs, tail wagging, apparently back to normal - or what passes for normal these days. When I made the vet appointment I feared it might be for euthanasia, but now I am wondering about vestibular disease, possibly related to hepatic encephalopathy.
Meanwhile Freddy did a massive poo on the pad while I had Pop in the bathroom and someone other than Poppy vomited on the bedroom rug - I was firmly into sort-it-in-the-morning zone by then!