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Update: After rebounding for about a year, Nashville went downhill again. He had to be euthanized on January 2, 2014 because he could no longer walk. He passed peacefully in my lap. Nashville was a such a sweet soul and is dearly missed by our family. Nashville's story: Nashville was a very intelligent, strong gentle giant. I got Nashville when he was 6 weeks old from a very irresponsible breeder. Nashville and his siblings were an accidental litter, dad was a purebred Golden Retriever and mom was a purebred German Shepherd. Nashville was an extremely mischievous puppy, but turned into the best dog ever around 8 months old. He was truly a dream, you could not ask for a better dog. When Nashville was 3 years old, he suddenly dropped to the ground and went into a grand mal seizure. That is a day I will never forget, it was completely terrifying, I did not know what was happening, I thought my baby was dying right there in front of my eyes. We called the vet who told us to just watch him, this could have been a one time event and he may never have another seizure, unfortunately, that would not be Nashville's fate. Later that evening Nashville had another grand mal seizure and we were off to the ER. Many times canine epilepsy can be controlled with medication, but Nashville had idiopathic refractory epilepsy, his epilepsy was VERY difficult to control. We spent years seeing vets, neurologists, tweaking meds. He was on varying doses of Phenobarbital and Potassium Bromide for years until one morning he started seizing and did not recover. Each time a seizure ended, a new one would begin, he had gone into stasis and he was going to die if we could not break the seizure cycle. We rushed him to the neurologist where they were able to administer emergency medication and finally stop the seizures. This is when the medication Zonisamide was added to the cocktail and this would be the end of the Nashville we had once known. The Zonisamide stopped Nashville's seizures completely, but his body could not handle the large dose of medications he was on. This video was taken when he was on his highest dose of all of the medications. I took Nashville to his regular vet and back to the neurologist. His regular vet and the neurologist believed that, in addition to the epilepsy, Nashville also had a brain tumor. We had all the tests performed that we could afford, blood work, x-rays, ultrasound, but nothing was found. The neurologist recommended an MRI. The MRI was $4500 and could show a brain tumor or it could show nothing at all. If Nashville had a brain tumor, there would still be nothing that could be done for him. We decided against the MRI because it would not change the situation. After leaving the neurologist with no answers, desperate to save my Nashville, I started lowering his medication doses on my own. It worked, we were able to get him off of the Phenobarbital and Potassium Bromide and cut his Zonisamide by a quarter. With the lower medication doses, he rebounded. Here is a video of him after his medications were lowered.    • Maybe not a brain tumor!!   Unfortunately his recovery was short lived and he began going down hill again. Nashville started refusing to eat. We spent months giving him canned food, gravy, table scraps, anything we could get in him, but looking back I now know we were only prolonging the inevitable. On January 2, 2014, we took him into the vet and, as soon as we got into the building, he dropped to the floor and never got up again, it was like he knew, he knew he could finally stop fighting and rest. He was carried back to the exam room on a stretcher where he laid his head in my lap, nuzzled in as close as he could, and went to sleep for the last time. We still do not know exactly what took Nashville's life, was it a brain tumor, was it the years of epilepsy medication, or was it the epilepsy itself? Either way, canine epilepsy is a horrible, ugly, terrifying disease, no dog deserves that. It has been one year and 7 months, and I still miss him every single day. My sweet Nashville, my gentle giant.