This is the first chapter I put up when I haven't got the full next chapter finished. Although I still have much of chapter six and seven written and I will keep updating like I have been.

This chapter is very short. But I hope I'm doing okay anyway.

For just one second I laid still and had to realize what Leo was saying until I sat up and turned to Paul Anka in such a fast move I fell out of the bed and landed on all four right by Paul that was once again shaking just like he had a couple of nights before. ¨

"What's going on?" Leo asked. "What's happening? Does it hurt?"

All of a sudden, before I had answered Paul Anka whimpered slightly…

And as if what Leo asked wasn't enough the whimper was like Paul Anka was trying to tell me something.

"Help me mummy." He seemed to say even though no more noise rose from his throat. "Help me make this stop."

"No. It was supposed to take a few weeks, months, years." Paul Anka only kept shaking while I laid a hand on his side as if that could help. "No." It was like I hoped Paul Anka could obey to my words. "No. Don't do this to me.

As on a given signal he let out another whimper, almost as loud as a scream and even from his dog's throat it rose full of whimpering and pain.

"I-I-I… Luke. We have to take him to the animal hospital."

Thank God my husband was at least thinking clearer than I was right now.

"Honey. It's Sunday. There'll be no one there." Luke took his phone; I could have comforted Leo and tell him some of what was going on but I could only see my dog who kept shaking and whimpering- each whimper going louder and squeakier by the moments.

The other night the seizure couldn't have lasted for minutes, maybe seconds. Now it went on and on and on and it just wouldn't end.

"It's okay Paul Anka." As if it could help I laid my hand on his neck in a comforting move, just as I saw in the corner of my ee that Rory came over and hugged her son, and mumbled something I couldn't hear. "The vet will be here soon. She'll make you feel better."

As if it could help I tried to speak comfortingly to him, while I had my hand wrapped in Paul Anka's soft fur.

"It's okay. The vet will be here soon."

I couldn't make the seizure stop no matter how much I had wanted to.

All I could do was pray to whatever higher power there was that Jeannie wouldn't be here too late.

Random fact

When I was thinking about this and suddenly it seemed unrealistic ´that Paul Anka just got sick and died the next day I suddenly remembered my grandpa's dog (and also our dog who had to be put down less than a year ago, but for some reason Wilmer was the one I thought of) he was old. He didn't die of Epilepsy but he was fine. And then suddenly in the afternoon he seemed sad. Then the next day he got worse. Grandpa was taking him to the vet, but he stopped at the store to sort something out. Then when he came back to the car Wilmer just laid there, dead.

That seemed to happen to Jippie too. She must have been sick for quite a while, but until the night before she had to be put down she was fine. Then in the morning she was in lots of pain all of a sudden.

Anyway, none of those died of Epilepsy. But I decided to go with it anyway.