I paid $2,000 for a purebred Siberian Husky, hoping he would change my life and help me get healthier. He was a high-energy dog, full of joy, and I planned to use him as motivation to get outside, go on walks, and be more active. He was going to be my work dog, my partner in adventure, and his assignment, in my mind, was saving my life. But when he was only six months old, he started having seizures. Phenobarbital helped at first, and for months he was a completely normal dog who just needed daily medication.
As time went on, his seizures became harder to control. We tried increasing his phenobarbital dose, then added potassium bromide, keppra, and prednisone. Nothing worked. His seizures grew more severe — he developed body and face twitches, would run into walls, and act completely out of control. Watching him struggle while remaining happy and loving in between seizures was heartbreaking. Eventually, we made the agonizing decision to put him down because his quality of life had deteriorated so dramatically. In his final moments, giving him rectal Valium helped calm him, allowing him to be himself one last time.
Even though he only lived a year and a half, I will never forget him. I’m grateful I got everything together once to take him bikejoring, which he loved. I had dreamed of years of running, skiing, and adventure together, but life had other plans. Despite the pain and grief, I will always remember his joy, his loyalty, and the love he gave so freely. Losing him was devastating, but the memories we made, brief as they were, will live in my heart forever.
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