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Bexar (Bear) was about 11 1/2 years old when I took him to the vet today for his last visit. I was surprised he made it this far. When he was three he came down with epilepsy and suffered numerous seizures in his life. Once he endured twenty-two seizures in a six hour period, and I don't know how he survived that. He was on phenobarbital and potassium bromide to control his seizures, thyroid medication to keep that level, and other medications to smoothe over what the phenobarb and potassium were doing to his renal system. I swear the dog had nine lives. Just before we moved to Nevada he ran away from home and got hit by a car. We picked him up the next day at the animal shelter, bruised but not broken. He sure was happy to see me.

Now he's gone, and I'm not ashamed that I cried as I held him. He was part of the family, and very much missed already.