Buttercup
Princess of Florin
You old timers may remember when we brought Sprocket home in July of 2001. She was malnourished, nearly bald, had been shot, burned, repeatedly beaten and almost drowned by her first owner. We got her from this breed rescue organization. Since then, we spent countless hours and all of our love and care on her, to turn her into a happy, healthy, well adjusted dog. For the most part, we succeeded, although she was still afraid of strange men.
Last Saturday morning at 4:00am, she had a grand mal seizure. We took her to the vet as soon as they opened, and blood work was done, because one possible cause of convulsions in dogs is liver failure. Then we went home to wait for the test results, which we would get Monday morning. That night she seized again. And again. Sunday, she was tired and aloof, but still knew us. That night she had two more seizures. By Monday morning, she was getting lost in the back yard, no longer knew how to play and wasn't sure she knew us.
The test results came back negative, but at that point it didn't matter. Our beloved dog was leaving us by inches. We had no choice but to put her to sleep.
She died in my arms at 10:48 on Monday, April 12th. The last thing she heard was me telling her she was my good girl. My husband & I are heartbroken.
The vet's diagnosis? Epilepsy, possibly caused by past head trauma.
Last Saturday morning at 4:00am, she had a grand mal seizure. We took her to the vet as soon as they opened, and blood work was done, because one possible cause of convulsions in dogs is liver failure. Then we went home to wait for the test results, which we would get Monday morning. That night she seized again. And again. Sunday, she was tired and aloof, but still knew us. That night she had two more seizures. By Monday morning, she was getting lost in the back yard, no longer knew how to play and wasn't sure she knew us.
The test results came back negative, but at that point it didn't matter. Our beloved dog was leaving us by inches. We had no choice but to put her to sleep.
She died in my arms at 10:48 on Monday, April 12th. The last thing she heard was me telling her she was my good girl. My husband & I are heartbroken.
The vet's diagnosis? Epilepsy, possibly caused by past head trauma.