Only a couple days later and I'm writing again.

Yesterday, Tuesday, Cassie had the longest seizure and recovery to date. Funny how optimism changes to heartache in an afternoon.

This was her longest stretch, probably since this whole thing started in Feb, without a seizure. We attribute it to getting the drugs mix right, adding Keppra at a dosage that she could handle which also had theraputic effects. And maybe it was, or maybe it was the randomness of this illness. Anyway, we went 43 days without a seizure and sinxe her May 21st one, the next longest stretch had been 18 days. Who knows, other than that we've been incredibly appreciative that she was so stable, for such a long time that we'd been inching regular stuff back into our lives.

We'd actually talked about doing something 'fun' today, but she taught us that that shouldn't be in the cards...

The seizure itself was 3 1/2 minutes, the longest. And so was the recovery, of one hour and 20 minutes. I was home alone and that felt the worst, wondering if she was in some sort of coma that she wasn't going to come out of. During the seizure you're too busy comforting her and saying things like, "It's OK". But, you are saving a bit of mindspace to wonder if this might be the seizure that she never comes out of. In fact, as this continued on longer and longer, I wondered if I would need to call Maxine and get her to come home (she was at an ESC thing).

After a difficult conversation with our neighbors in the morning, and then this, I worked out and then just wanted to drink. Three margaritas and a grazing dinner with stuff Maxine picked up at TJ's. We listened to Buffett and he mentioned that he was going to be in Paris in a month and we both felt incredibly sad... But we also knew/know that we're as good a set of dog parents as anyone could be, giving up business class tickets, 3 months in a 1000 sq ft apartment, and tickets to the concert -- all for love of a dog who's been so loyal and such a part of our life these past 12 years...