In turn, he loved everybody and was happiest leaning against somebody’s leg as they stroked his head and played with his soft ears. Only Pepper, the vicious Jack Russell with the deformed leg, had been in the sanctuary longer. Anyone meeting or looking at him would never guess there was anything wrong with him, but poor Sandy was an epileptic. Several times a day, he would freeze, and his soft brown eyes would glaze over, the signal that another fit was imminent. Then his body would go stiff and he’d fall to the ground on his side. Now he had lost control. He foamed at the mouth and his body jerked as he paddled with all four limbs. It was heartbreaking to see, and there was nothing we could do to help him. The fits generally lasted between 30 and 90 seconds but seemed to go on for ever. When the seizure subsided, Sandy was left confused and disoriented, and in need of much petting and reassurance. The fits were so frequent, it was considered most unlikely that Sandy would ever find a new home.
