well, i am giving up the dog after all.
my baby, doctor doom, has been a part of the wrangling in my divorce. stbex wants to give him to our daughter. she wants to turn him into a therapy dog.
i was dubious about her need for THIS dog.
she had a dx of ptsd.
but we recently found out that she has epilepsy. she had a head injury as a little kid, around 5. i had no idea until it showed up in neuro-testing. that is when the story came out that her brother had been swinging her around by her feet, and thwacked her into a radiator. her skull was fractured. it was the ultimate "dont tell mom".
this injury turned out to have deformed her growing brain. it was so bad that it affected her physical development. her autonomic system is a mess. she has had one health problem after another her whole life.
she has also battled depression from a young age, which we pretty much chalked up to dealing w her physical problems.
we thought that once the seizures were dealt with, she would be ok.
she recently had another round of neuro-psyche testing.
but it turns out that this bright young lady, who did pretty well in school, even getting into a selective enrollment high school, taking 3 ap classes her senior year, and having a high 3 gpa, has serious learning disabilities!
her processing is impaired, as is her focus. only the fact that her memory is in the highest percentiles got her that far.
she is quite devastated by this news, as am i.
whether she will ever have a normal life is in doubt.
she has had a couple of jobs where they loved her, but eventually her health problems screwed them up. her last job fired her when they found out she had epilepsy. yeah. lawsuit time.
anyway, i really needed the dog in my life this last year. i dont know what i would have done without him. since i thought she was getting better, i had dug in my heels. i also thought that he would be spending too much time alone in an apartment.
but she needs him more than i do now. we are going to send him back to boot camp for more focused training, then we will see about some specialized training, tho he is perfect already at emotional support.
it is a hard pill to swallow. but at least he will stay in my life for the foreseeable future. she just lives 2 doors down, on my farm. he will be able to run around there. he can come here any time she needs him to.
i do have 3 more dogs. his half brother, biff, will fill his spot of the bed pretty well, i think. and my little dogs, banished to the crate at night now because of doctor's grumpiness toward them, can come back and keep my feet warm.
sigh. i hate life some times.
(dear cave dwellers- have a good time w this news, you scum suckers.)
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but your daughter will have a necessary and loved therapy dog, and he'll be very much in your life (tho not on your bed.)
Hang in there.
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Here mah dog, Murphy. I hope he give u a smiley face. 
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