Hi. I am Karl’s mom. He lets me borrow his page sometimes.
I want to tell you about my boy.
Karl is seven years old. He has severe epilepsy and has had grand mal seizures since he was two. In those five years we have tried medications, adjusted doses, monitored, worried, and spent more than a few nights on the floor next to him waiting for morning. It has been the hardest and most humbling thing I have ever done as a pet parent.
And in those same five years, this dog has lived in Alaska, sailed the Bahamas, explored Mexico, and is currently ruling an RV with his sister Sugar like he owns the whole road.
He is his dad’s personal stalker. A velcro dog of the highest order. He loves pickles. He is terrified of loud noises and I have photographic evidence. He is scared of cats, though he would like me to make clear that this is absolutely not true and he has no idea what I am talking about. He has a thing with wet towels that I cannot adequately explain in words and will require video documentation at a future date.
He is almost always happy. Even on the hard days. Even on the days when the seizures come and steal time from him that he will never get back. He wakes up wagging. Every single time. He looks around until he finds me or his dad and his whole face says Hi. I am so glad to see you.
I have never in my life met anyone, human or otherwise, who loves as easily and as completely as Karl does.
He is the bravest soul I know. He just has no idea.
I wanted you to know him. The real him. Not just the sassy first mate with the coconut, though we love that guy too.
This is my Karl.
Karl’s Mom