Well life has certainly been interesting the last few months. Back in November I had a seizure, it was pretty bad. What made it even worse was that I fell off of my brothers bed during my seizure. It was an extremely scary time for me. My parents and brother rushed me to an emergency vet in Houston, luckily the vet was very informative and told my mom and dad how to respond if and when it ever happened again. Medicating wasn't necessarily going to be beneficial to my condition as it would cause my other organs even more problems, My mom is kinda of a hippie, she doesn't do meds. My mom was pretty certain it was dog food, she had only changed it a week prior to my first seizure. Ten days later, boom, I had another one. It wasn't as bad as my first one, but still scary. My mom was then positive that it was my new food. She immediately went and bought my old food again. My mom also has suspicions about the peanut butter that I loved so much. She eventually stopped giving it to me. By this point I was sleeping in the living room in my moms chair. When she gets up to go to bed, I move to her side of the chair, it's all warm and comfy and makes me miss her less when she's fast asleep. I went for almost 3 months without having any episodes. Then in February, surprise! Another really bad one, followed by a milder one. I decided then that I wanted to be as close to mom and dad as possible! Now I sleep under their bed! With every seizure, I change my sleeping spot. Mom has now moved me onto organic peanut butter, it's delicious and I'm a peanut butter colored pooch that loves his peanut butter!
We are now 4 months post my first seizure and I still won't go back into that bedroom. They said that I'll likely not even remember having a seizure, well, I disagree! Apparently seizure dogs are considered as "unhealthy", well I may be unhealthy, but I'm happy! I may have seizures, but I'm happy and well loved and I love my people.
