alex has had a series of seizures this weekend, some grand mal and some petite mal, in the PMs- he's "gone" for a few seconds, then he's back. he was on my lap a few minutes ago, we were napping and i felt the seizure start in his body, then i could see his eyes change, it's as though he left for 90 seconds, then he comes back from seizure land. he's pacing in the kitchen right now,recovering. i reread the poem autumn a few days ago, it speaks about our human awareness of our beloved dogs too brief days with us, and i wept. it won't be today that he goes. it's autumn and i'm sad