Ok, one more. Tonight I was putting away the boys' clothes. Rosco, as he often does sat down against me, facing away, and guarded me while I was sorting. Love him so much. Then, later on tonight I slipped in a quick bath. I heard a weird noise and then realized it was Rosco walking toward the bedroom. He was having another seizure. He started to lay down in the bedroom but I called him into the bathroom. I hopped out of the tub and got him to lay down and then comforted him until it was over. It probably lasted a minute while I was with him - and some time before that while he was getting to me. He's had a number of these over the years. I can't seem to figure out what brings them on. They sure are upsetting though.
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