Me and sam were born on the same day. I dont even remember a time he wasnt there. At our old house sam would sit around in front of the fire place. Then we moved and we had to gate him off so he only had 2 rooms to go in(didnt really matter because he slept all the time anyways) he loved us and would always watch eat dinner begging us for food. When we were coming home from the beach (3 hour drive) he had diarrhea in the car in his cage. We didnt know any better but this was the start of it. Over the next month we took him to the vet and she said he needed to lose a few pounds, my mom thought just keep feeding him the normal amount. The he started pooping in his cage at night maybe once every two weeks. Then on a saturday before he .... he had a seizure at night. We thought it would be fine because the next day he was fine. We thought it might have been his dog food so we got him new dog food and he ate 2 cups and we could see his stomach bulging. Then on sunday night we had meatballs that had onion in them. I didnt finish my so i gave them to sam. Then that night he had a tonic clonic seizure because he woke up in his cage and started barking with slurred speach and started to go to the bathroom on himself uncontrollably an he went to sleep. That morning he started to go to the bathroom again and my mom said she was gonna take him to the vet to be ....... All i did was walk in front of him and said by sam like it was nothing. I remember his black eyes just staring at me and then i left for school. I feel like it is all my fault and i should have been nicer and kinder to him. Then my mom picked me up and when i got home i realized all the barriers were gone she vacuumed all of his hair up. Theres no evidence he existed except for pictures.