Cujo made his journey over the rainbow bridge last wednesday. We thought we had his seizures under control, but on tuesday night, the medication wasn't enough. He had about 20 seizures during the course of tuesday night / wednesday morning, and the best thing we could do was to put him out of his misery, he knew was was going on around him, but he wasn't all there. It was the saddest day of my life, after a minute of standing in the waiting room, waiting to see the vet, I couldn't hold it all in and ran to the van and started crying. I really do miss him. But I just no that he's in no more pain, and playing with his friend boots, who also past away about a month ago. I just think about the good memories. And at the end of the month, I'm going to give another puppy a good happy life.
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