The last 48 hours have been absolutely devastating.

My beloved baby, my little fur son King, the half Pug, half French Bulldog, at only 2.5 years old, suffered a grand mal seizure as a result of Pug Dog Encephalitis (PDE), also known as Necrotizing Meningoencephalitis (NME), a fatal inflammatory disease of the brain that primarily affects Pugs. Symptoms include seizures, behavioral changes, lethargy, and neurological deficits like circling, blindness, and loss of coordination. Early intervention is crucial due to the disease's progressive nature.

I came home from work, ran to the store, was gone 45 minutes, and returned to find my baby actively dying

—stiff and limp, with convulsions while gagging for breath, unresponsive to any stimuli.

After immediately manually inducing vomiting to verify he wasn't full of a mouse with rat poison or had eaten a mushroom, we rushed to the closest vet, 25 minutes away. The amazing staff were able to stabilize him for transport to Springfield to a 24-hour emergency vet.

He was so happy to be with us, but was unable to stand, and completely blind, but all tail wags and love.

I got to hold and love him deeply while he was still mostly him for 3 hours, ran into the emergency vet, and handed my poor baby to the nurse...

And I didn't know at the time that would be the last time I would get to see him. 24 hours of emergency care and everything that could possibly be done to try and save him, but this was just an unfair and horrible random chance of happening. My poor dog carried the gene for PDE and I had to choose to let them put him to rest rather than slowly die from complete organ failure. $5000 and I didn't get to take my fur son home and I can't blame anyone but his own poor little rotting brain.

Now I have until Saturday to figure out how to pay for or how I want to proceed with cremation, ashes, paw prints... which is more money and I just want to cry all day because I can't even load the website to do the order and I gotta clean out these puncture wounds that look infected on my hands from trying to save my dog's life...

Then head to work for a shift I'm covering...

He was an amazing little buddy and it's not fair that he didn't get to live the 20-year life he deserved and I wanted to give him.

Please forgive me while I grieve if I am a mess. If anyone at all can help us recover, I spent every penny I had and maxed out all my cards to try and save him.

Rest in Peace, little buddy. I hope you find our old buddy Jett and you guys run in fields across the rainbow.

KING

MARCH 2023 TO AUGUST 2025