All day long Maggie has been glued to me. Just staring, trying to tell me something. No playing - just staring. She was under the computer table with her head on my feet as I posted a conversation to roomonthebroom. Just as I hit post she tensed, reared up and went into another mega seizure - the sixth in 36 hours. She was telling me that it was time. We just got back from the vet's. Maggie will suffer no more. Elaine is grieving/wrecked. I'm playing the man card and being strong. I really loved this damn dog that I never wanted.