Our poor English Bulldog Ruby, she’s 8 1/2 and I don’t think she’s going to be with us much longer…it’s so sad. She was having seizures, so we took her to a poochie neurologist, who guessed it was a brain tumor (we opted out of the $4,000 MRI, so we don’t know for sure). They put her on phenobarbital and prednisone (hence the chubbiness in the photos, she always battled her weight, ha) and she was doing really well. Until yesterday. The seizures are back, and they’re getting worse and more frequent. The shaved parts of her paws are from the IVs she had when she first went to the doggie hospital for monitoring. We’re hoping we can up her dose of the meds, but it doesn’t look like she’ll be with us much longer. She was my first dog, I always wanted a bulldog, and she’s been such a great part of our family. We got her when she was so little that she could barely walk through the grass. We’re sure going to miss her. And the babies just learned how to say her name…

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