I am a dog seizure survivor.
I have lost my dog, which is a very rare and unusual condition.
My first thought was that it was just a case of allergies, but I have found out that it’s caused by an underlying medical condition that I did not know about.
The condition has been diagnosed as a form of canine neurodegeneration.
I was diagnosed in 2016 with an aggressive form of the disease called familial dog neurodegenesis.
In 2017, I received the diagnosis of familial dog nephropathy.
I now have several more seizures every day, with each seizure having different causes and some of them causing a lot of damage to my brain.
I am not sure if I will ever regain my former sense of independence and strength.
I know I cannot be completely disabled, but my symptoms have made me very vulnerable.
I’m also very worried about my own safety.
My doctor has recommended that I take medication to control my seizures, which could increase the chances of me becoming seriously disabled in the future.
My symptoms have been so severe that my family and friends are terrified of me.
I don’t want to let them down, and I know they will not.
I also want to raise awareness for the importance of preventing the condition and educating the public about the disease.
The disease is usually very mild, but the more severe the seizure, the worse the symptoms can get.
People have reported experiencing more than 40 seizures a day.
Many people are told to take aspirin and/or take sleeping pills, which can help with the symptoms, but in some cases, people are advised to stay home from work.
I do not want to be a statistic.
I want to make a difference.
I can not afford to lose my health and the quality of my life.
I need your help.
I started my journey in 2014, when I was only 12 years old, and have been taking medication for about two years.
Since then, I have been in a wheelchair and have limited mobility.
At one point, I was even able to walk to the doctor.
I recently started a blog to document my journey and share my experience, and hopefully raise awareness about the condition.
I cannot do this alone.
I live with my dad and have a friend who also suffers from familial dog neurology.
I wanted to share my story so that other people who are suffering from this debilitating disease might be aware of what is at stake.
I hope that this article will help others in similar situations.
My parents have always believed in me, and that’s why I’ve always tried to help them.
I’ve also tried to do what they asked of me, which has been to help their family and keep them in the best possible situation.
My family and I have always known that if they could just get through this, they could have a happy and fulfilled life.
But now that I’m 24, I want my life back.
I had a hard time dealing with the loss of my dog because I was never very open with my parents about it.
I didn’t want them to feel bad, so I just tried to pretend it was my fault and not take responsibility.
I just assumed it was their fault because I did something wrong.
I never told anyone that my condition was hereditary, or that I had an underlying illness.
It was always assumed that it had to do with my allergies and allergies alone.
In the beginning, my parents did not want me to get treatment because I didn ‘t want to hurt them, and my father is an extremely stubborn person who does not like to admit his mistakes.
My mother and father are also very stubborn people who don’t like to get their emotions out.
They even tried to convince me that my seizures were caused by something that I couldn’t explain.
They tried to explain that I should have eaten more than I did and that my dog’s eyes were swollen because I couldn ‘t eat as much as they asked.
My father’s reaction was similar to my mother’s, and he tried to justify it as a medical condition.
He told me that his dog was going crazy because he couldn ‘ t eat enough.
He also told me I should be afraid because I am scared of my dad, so he needed to tell me to go back to the kitchen.
I went back to my parents and told them what happened, and they told me to wait for an MRI.
The MRI showed that my eyes were still swollen, so my father told me not to go to the hospital.
I could not believe it.
The next morning, I went to the emergency room to have my MRI, and it was not until I was sitting in the operating room that I realized how wrong my parents were.
The doctors told me they would have to amputate my hands, feet, and feet, but they told us that we could just have surgery and keep our paws.
I thought it was insane.
I did what I had been told and I could still walk.