My dear sweet little spark of joy has gone to the bridge. He had deteriorated a lot over the last week, and finally lost the use of his hind end on the weekend. It wasn't disc, but brain related, probably the same place that the seizures originated. Nothing to be done, and I couldn't watch him lose his dignity again after we all fought so hard to give him his mobility back. He was so tired, and ready to go, and his aunty Laura helped him peacefully on his way while he slept in my arms in "our" chair in the kitchen.
I know it was time, and it was the right thing to do, but it just feels like words right now. Two years just wasn't enough.
Godspeed, my little boy. You were the best of me.