I know I haven't been posting but I found it hard to find the inspiration to write after losing Matty in September. He started having seizures back in May and no matter the drugs the vet tried they were getting worse. It got to a point were one of us had to be with him all the time just in case he had one. When he was having multiples the vet did xrays and found a tumor on his brain. That's when the DH decided it was time to let him go. I HATED it and was ready to keep taking care of him but the DH said I was making myself sick by not sleeping and he was afraid I'd go back to being agoraphobic. Soooooooooooo, we were both there for it and it was beyond awful. This wasn't the first time but I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to him.
You know I never knew dogs had seizures until we had another lab who had them. They started out so mild when he was a puppy we didn't realize what was going on till my Mom said he was staring off just like the foster girl my bro and sis-in-law were taking care of. Then came my sweet Penny who we lost last year when she had a seizure and wouldn't come out of it so she had to be put to sleep. Now Matty baby, at least he was 8 not like Penny who was only 4. Of course all his idiot friends are , Hey I know where you can get a puppy, not realizing we need time to morn plus he's still training the little guy. I guess the DH will want to get one next year if he sees a litter he likes. I'm just hoping it will be healthy and that we've broke our string of bad luck with pets.
