|Barked: Sun Mar 27, '11 5:02pm PST |
|At 11pm last night Charley had a seizure. He had two more within a couple of hours. Cluster seizures like this are normal for Charley, so we make a mental note to tell the vet on Monday (we had to get his medicine refilled). At 4:30 am Charley had another seizure. My mom had stayed up all night with him so I could rest and open at my job tomorrow. He was given his pheno after that seizure. He was fine until 10 AM this morning. I was at work because I open on Sundays.
At ten am and he began to seize again. I was unable to leave work. The seizures stop after my mom gives him something to get his blood sugar up. The seizures stop for the rest of the morning and Charley gets some sleep.
I speed home after my shift was over. I call home to learn that he had another seizure. My mom was in tears in frustrated, she couldn't keep him from seizing and we only have one car in the family. He goes into another seizure right before I get home. I get home at two and my brother is dropped off by our pastor (who he was staying with for church stuff). We were getting ready to rush him into the E-Vet to stop the seizures.
He died before we could get him to the vet.
We did everything we could for him! He never missed a dose of his medication. We switched foods for him. He went two months without seizures and then this horrible horrible horrible thing happened. My mom feels so guilty, I feel guilty, everyone feels so guilty. We weren't expecting this at all and now he is gone. My family and I are so heart broken right now. WHAT DID I DO WRONG?! WHY COULDN'T I GET OFF WORK EARLY FOR ONCE?!
My mom, brother, and I haven't stopped crying since this happened. My brother and I buried him our grandfather's backyard (its allowed... I think). I don't know what I am going to do without him. I feel so empty and it hurts to play with Isabelle because Charley would always join in. I was just playing with her and we both just stopped. Her heart isn't in it, but she is trying for me.
Three years old is to young to die. Please don't flame about getting him to the vet soon enough. We know, okay, we know. We also know he wasn't going to live very long. It is Sunday and I am supposed to be napping the afternoon away with him, but I can't.
I need words of encouragement right now. Right now I am going to go hug Izzie and throw a ball for her.
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