Snoopy did not do well at all last night. He cannot seem to calm down. He whines and whines and maybe sleeps for an hour at a time. Then he is up whining at me and I don't know what he wants - and I have come to believe that all he wants is to not feel this way anymore. He is confused, doesn't seem to know if he is hungry or thirsty and over does both. He wants out, pees and then paces the back yard. I kept asking Christy this morning if she didn't think he was whining less this morning but she just looked at me and said, Mom just look at him, he looks miserable. Amazing what we don't see when we don't want to see it. I just want him to be my happy, silly boy and can't stand the thought of life without him.

I don't think I have ever told you that since we don't have actual birth dates for any of our dogs (except Tucker) and since I have such a lousy memory, I have given each of the dogs one of my kids birthdays closest to my guess of when they were born. Taggert is Amy's, Dazzi is Christy's, Jack is Carl's, Pippi is Ralph's, and Snoopy's was Rob's. Rob would have been 30 this Sunday and Snoopy would have been 6. Rob didn't like Snoopy much because Snoopy as a pup was full of way too much energy. Rob would be stretched out on the couch in the family room reading or watching TV and here would come Snoopy running full strength through the house into the family room and land right on Rob and not particularly caring what part of Rob (or anyone else) he landed on. Snoopy used to make Rob so mad but Rob and he became friends after the seizures started and Snoopy calmed down some. Anyway it looks like Rob will be getting a dog for his birthday - we have made an appointment for tonight to have him put down. Rob always wanted to have a dog who would sleep on his bed with him and Snoopy is really good at that - probably the best snuggler I have. I am sitting here at work bawling my eyes out but no one is here but me to see.