Sunday morning Bear began having Grand Mal seizures again and after at least 10 in a 24-hour period with me being unable to stop them, I opted to euthanize him. It was heartwrenching to do it, but I could no longer watch him going through this. This episode was the absolute worst - him not coming out of the post-ictal phase and slamming into walls, falling over his own feet, looking at me as if he didn't know me. The other choice was to add more medicine and continue trying with his diet and acupuncture, but taking his history and frequency into consideration, I knew I could not continue to add more medicine and see him become a dog I didn't know. He'd already not been feeling well - lethargic, seemingly depressed, only wanting to eat and sleep. Maybe I didn't give everything enough time, but emotionally I couldn't continue.
He was an awesome dog and I have many good memories of him and our time together before the seizures and I want to remember him that way, not seizing and making endless trips to the vet in vain. It amazes me how much of my life he became in the 2 1/2 years he was with me. I hope he knows I always tried to do the best for him in good times and bad.
Run free, Mr. Bear. You are seizure-free now with lots of squirrels, rabbits, and tennis balls to chase.
I love you big guy.