Seizure Bearer

My beleagured pooch, Sara, is doing somewhat better. Now and then, she's showing some signs of class and begging from us. Usually, though, she's camped out on the chair, sofa, bed, or her bed. She comes up and down stairs daily, and gets her meds on a regular basis. It's in the evenings when I usually have the more severest of my seizures. Tuckered out trying to breathe as she is, Sara's not far away, still doing her job and warding away the rest.