Nothing more horrifying than waking up to a seizuring dog right by your head.
I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest.
Blink didn't make it to his usual Tuesday (which would have made a whopping clear 3 weeks) and at 1:45am went into his normal Grand Mal seizure, however short.
After about half hour and a scoop of vanilla ice cream he was up and walking and STARVING. Few snacks later I got him all washed up and back to bed we went.
The rest of the nights he spent dreaming and me half asleep listening to every stirring noise he made.
I just hope this is not a new pattern.
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