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Yesterday was a great day for Spike.  He helped me bake cookies by making sure that anything spilled on the floor was cleaned up, he wrestled with Scott and chased the tennis ball, and curled up next to me on the couch.   I knew it was too good of a day,  I just knew.

Just as we were getting up to go to bed, Spike started to look around in a dazed sort of way.  He started to have a small seizure foaming at the mouth and shaking.   It only lasted a 20 seconds or so.   Then he had a grand mal seizure, which Scott was able to stop with a dose of valium.  His body stopped convulsing but he was unresponsive.  We thought he might be dead.   I wanted to get him to take a dose of clorzapate, but he  did not recognize the piece of chicken I placed in front of his face.   He eventually became aware of his surroundings, but went into an another seizure.  This was a vocal seizure where he just yapped without awareness for about 7 minutes.   Scott loaded him into the car and we took off for the animal hospital.   

On the way there Spike came out of all the seizures and was just back to normal.  For me, this is the hardest part of epilepsy how he can be normal minutes after a seizure.  We got him booked into the hospital and left him overnight.  I knew when I left him that would be the last time I ever saw him again.  

The neurologist called this morning and said that Spike had another seizure overnight and after talking with her we decided to let Spike go.   Scott went to the hospital to be with him, but I could not go.  I stayed at home and cried.

He was a great dog and will be missed by everyone who knew him.