Written by Amanda Gibson

Dedicated to All Epileptic Dogs

	I did not ask, I did not choose
	To be epileptic, and get so confused
	It feels like a shock, from my nose to my tail
	I am thrown about, like a ship in a gale.
	I fall to the floor, where my leg's are not real,
	They're all rigid and stiff, and can't do a great deal.
	I did not ask, I did not choose
	To be epileptic, and get so confused.
	My eyes are blind, I cannot see,
	I know my mom and dad, are near to me.
	They stroke me gently, and speak soft in the night,
	While I keep up, this continuous fight.
	I did not ask, I did not choose
	To be epileptic, and get so confused.
	I take my drugs, both morning and night,
	I love to play and run, with all my might.
	I know I'm a handful, I know I'm a pain,
	But please may I have, that cuddle again?
	I did not ask, I did not choose
	To be epileptic, and get so confused.
	They looked at my head, and did test after test,
	They looked at my diet, and all the rest.
	I am already ten, but still I fear,
	I'm epileptic, for the rest of my years.
	I did not ask, I did not choose
	To be epileptic, and get so confused.
	Please be honest, please be fair
	Try not to breed, this awful affair.