Christofur
I have very sad news:
About 10:00pm the vet called me. Christofur was seizing again, more cluster seizures. This was after being monitored and medicated all day. And this time he wasn't urinating with it. Toxins could start building up.
He could have that happen again at any time.
All else they could suggest would be take him to the neurology clinic (40 miles away), which would be hugely expensive and very likely wouldn't come up with anything else to be done for him either.
I went to the hospital, held him and petted him for quite a while. He was barely conscious and kept having little mini-seizures from time to time. I said goodbye to him about half an hour ago.
I'm so sorry. I did the best I could, little Christofur. I love you so very much, and so do many others who never met you in PURRson but came to love your beautiful spirit.
Thank you, everyone, for all your love and caring.
Pat, and Sydney, Poppy, Elmer, Bob, and Sparkler 
Last edited by phesina; 10-31-2010 at 12:41 AM.
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
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