of 13 1/2 years, the furry white one on the left, not the daughter on the right.

She began having seizures right after Christmas, and they were growing more frequent and severe, despite lots of anti-convulsive meds that turned her into a stumbling zombie. The vet ran plenty of tests and found nothing conclusive, but determined she probably had a brain tumor. "Probably" because, as he put it, "I can run an MRI, but it's $1500 and then you're still faced with the same problem and decision". He's been a great doctor, and I had to respect and appreciate that.
Anyway, after a particularly difficult night, I took her on in this morning. It wasn't the 1st time I've had to do this, but it was definitely the hardest.
Adios Maggie...