Had a bit of a tearful day yesterday. Our handsome labrador/setter cross is very poorly. I found him in the middle of the hall floor yesterday morning having a fit (seizure). He'd lost control of all his bodily functions and it was extremely upsetting seeing him like that. I managed to lift him to the car and we rushed to the vet with me snivelling all the way, well ok, crying my eyes out - but thankfully by the time we got there I managed to 'keep calm and carry on' and ask all the right questions.
The long and short of it is that he has a brain tumour and it's starting to affect him badly now; we'd known something was wrong just before Christmas when the left side of his head seemed to cave in, but put it down to old age (he's 12).
Amazingly he seems right as rain at the moment, so it's a question of 'wait and see' and deciding at some stage whether his quality of life is sufficient.
He's an incredible dog; the most placid, docile thing you could ever wish for - he's helped more than one of the children's friends overcome their fear of large dogs. Hard to imagine life without him.