We had to put Rupert to sleep about 6:45 on a Saturday morning. He’d had a seizure about 6:00 the night before and when I got home was his usual self. But he had another about 10:30, which may have been the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen, and we took him to the pet ER. Our second daughter Hannah came with me.
I assumed that he’d get seizure medicine the way people do. By the time we got to the ER, he was OK again. I called our eldest child, Sarah, whose dog he was, to tell her. She was then working for Caritas in Bangladesh.
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