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Cujo Cujo was my mother's dog. She had bought him for me, but on the way home she had grown attached to him. He was the sweetest little dog I'd ever met. When he was about two years old he had to have some teeth pulled and be neutered so he had to be anaesthetized. Not long after, he had a seizure. We rushed him to the vet. She did tests on him and came to the conclusion that he had canine epilepsy. She gave us some medications for him to take.	Cujo was so small those first two years that he actually looked like a wind-up dog. February 1997
Everything went well for awhile, then he had more seizures. So we took him back to the vet, she upped the dosages. We continued on like this; him doing okay for awhile, then needing to go to the vet, her upping the dosages, and him doing good for awhile again. At some point he had more than doubled his original weight. Then he got to the point where I don't think he even knew where he was half the time. He certainly wasn't happy anymore, and he was still having seizures anyway. So my mother and I had a heart to heart and decided it wasn't fair to him to be like that. We started lowering his medications down and he started functioning again. But the seizures really picked-up. Once we ran him to the vet because he had turned purple. I think it was about two months after that that we had to take him to the emergency vet because he was having seizures so close together we couldn't tell when one stopped and another began. Then he started having a different kind of seizure. At the emergency vet they told us he was having heart attacks between the seizures and the kindest thing we could do was to put him to sleep because he probably wouldn't come out of the seizures a normal dog if he ever stopped having them. Just before the drug took its full effect his eyes cleared once more and the look in his eyes seemed to be saying thank you to my mother for her love and the courage she showed by letting him go. The world lost another little angel that night. Love you little man. You'll always be in our hearts Cujo.
Upper Left:Can you find the puppy in the pansies? Summer 1997 Upper Right:Cujo and daughter Tweety in february 1998. Left:Cujo and his daughter Tweety taking a nap(Cujo's favorite activity). February 2000