3 weeks ago, my dog, my companion, friend, and brother of 14 years, Bandit, started suffering from congestive heart failure.. The very same thing that took my mom when I was 11. We got him to the vet in time, and got him medication, and he was improving.. but just on Saturday, he began to suffer from seizures.. between Sunday and Monday, he had a total of 11 seizures.. all lasting only 30 seconds to a minute of actual convulsions, but they were violent.. and then for the next several minutes, he would just be laying there in a daze till he finally would get up and stumble around the house in a confusion.. That would last about 30 minutes before he snapped out of it. I took him to the vet around noon yesterday after his 6th seizure, and they were going to do blood tests on him to try and figure out why.. But with his age, and the fact that the seizures just started popping up abruptly, the vet said the prognosis was not good.. I was going to bring him in today for those blood tests, and after the vet trip, he seemed to be doing fine having not had one for hours.. But at about 6:50pm, he had a violent seizure, and after all was said and done, and he was in his confused state, about 20 minutes after, he had another seizure... and after that... he didn't seem to even recognize my dad or I, and he was just wandering the house for hours, having his 9th, and 10th seizure, while wandering.. Both of them being very violent and taking longer for him to even get up.. so we made the decision to take him to the emergency vet to end his suffering... He was showing all of the symptoms of having a brain tumor, and having damage to his Thalmus and Forebrain.. He would constantly stumble and fall around the house, not stopping, not resting... and whining if we picked him up... so... at about 11:50pm he was put under with anesthesia... and then... given the final shot to end his suffering... I don't know what I would have done if he had passed during a seizure... finding his body twisted... and contorted... his face full of pain.. at least this way... he went peacefully... When we got home, I had discovered that he had had an 11th seizure before we left... in our laundry room.
He was the most unique animal I have ever met, he honestly understood every word I said... he would memorize names of people the first time meeting them, he was highly intelligent, even using mirrors to groom himself, or use them to keep an eye on where I was during play time so he could sneak up on me, he was gentle, he was a kind and friendly dog, he loved other animals and people.. hell, he even went through a depression when he accidentally injured a wild rabbit causing us to have to put the rabbit down.. He loved to hike, he loved to walk across the beach, his favorite color was red, he had helped me through the toughest times in my life, and I have helped him through the toughest times in his life... but there was no way for him to recover from this.. At least this way, he didn't suffer... He already had a failing heart, and then the brain tumor... we could have done something to stop the seizures... but the past several days.. you could tell he was in pain... he was lethargic with his tail between his legs almost constantly..
So Bandit... Thank you, thank you for being the best companion, and brother, a man could ever ask for, thank you for everything you've done for us, thank you for.. being you. We love you, and we will never ever forget you. I remember the day we picked you out, you were just a little thing back then, and then a month or so later when you came running up to me, so proud, and then dropped a mouse at my feet. You looked so very proud of yourself. We'll take you to the beach, for one final goodbye and spread your ashes there.. I know it was your favorite place, and I'm saddened we couldn't take you there one final time.. a beach all to yourself like out in Washington. But you're in a better place now, I love you little buddy.. It won't be the same without you. You've been my companion since I was an 8 year old child and you were a little couple month old pup.. We brought you into this family on March 3rd, 2002, and you changed it..
Rest in Peace, Bandit
We Love you, and we will never forget you.
January 13th, 2002-April 25th, 2016