It seems Boo has her own seizure dog. After fourteen days, we'd grown more hopeful that she was a one and done sort of seizure patient. I wouldn't say we were complacent, but every day without a seizure had become a small victory for all of us. Even Bandit had started to allow her out of his sight more often.
Then another grand mal seizure struck.
She'd just started going under, her mouth foaming, her back legs sliding on the hardwood in the hallway. She didn't make any noise, other