Within 30 minutes after we got home, my front legs became  paralyzed.  The doctor said it must be a reaction from the shot. That night, and the next I had violent seizures and my Mom and Dad rushed me to Emergency vets.  During one seizure my ear drum became busted and I had difficulty walking.  I kept going sideways and bumping into things. 

My vet told Mom and Dad in the very beginning, that Fort Dodge Animal Health had agreed to pay all costs, so he wanted to run every test imaginable.  Then I was referred to a neurologist, which was an hour drive away from home.

Mom and Dad came to visit me, but they thought I looked like a chemotherapy patient, because I was bald.  They felt so sorry for me.

Fort Dodge Animal Health said they would pay all of the bills, but this place where the neurologist was, couldn't get ahold of Fort Dodge for the whole week that I was there.  When they told my Mom and Dad I could go home they were soooo happy!  But then they had to pay the bill themselves before I could go.

The neurologist told Mom and Dad that I had imflamation of the brain.  That *something* triggered my immune system to shut down and that I would have to be on anti-seizure medicine for the rest of my life.

My blood count would not improve, no matter how many transfusions and different medications they put me on.  I was deteriorating quickly.  I became like a vegetable.  No longer could I run and play like the energetic puppy I use to be a few weeks ago.  I had to celebrate my first and last birthday at the hospital on my second visit.

I wasn't happy.  Mom and Dad weren't happy.  I wasn't enjoying life.  This was no way for a Pug to live.  Now I was having trouble breathing.   No one seemed to have any answers.  Mom and Dad struggled with it, but finally made the decision to let me go .......where I would be at peace.