Our Boy Garth

I am adding this sentence later this evening. With a broken heart Garth passed away tonight. His seizure wouldn't stop and it was to much for him.

Garth may be going on 15 years old and can't jump up and pick his own apples but he sure can tell you he wants one. There is one rotten apple left on the tree and he stands below it barking for it. ( tomorrow I may take a picture of it before picking it. "Out of sight out of mind"...) We went in and brought him out a nice crisp one. This is one thing he loves as much as his treats...
Tonight Garth is having a hard time. He has been having seizures and they are becoming more frequent. He is now recovering from one just and hour ago... This is one of the hardest things to go through not being able to help him..