“I’ve always wanted to have 2 dogs; 1 called Charlie and the other called Dave.
For right now we’ve got 1 dog, Charlie.
We took him to my parents house and he got into some fermented dough and he was lying on the ground seizing.
My father called me at work while Charlie was under the table, delirious.
I took him to the emergency vet at 3 p.m.
I remember carrying him while crying, and I signed a waiver saying they could do whatever it took to save him.
They flushed his system with charcoal and fluids and wanted to keep him overnight. When I went to see him and say goodbye he was still delirious.
They didn’t know if he would make it.”