The Lost
If you stay in this realm of life you will most certainly come in contact with death. Last week I lost my Spirit, she was best dog a girl could ask for. Many referred to her as the diva, which I could completely understand because of her personality and spunk. She did command attention at any cost. She was our guardian angel for ten long years. Funny thing is, I knew she was ten but she didn’t experience old age. She could still run and jump, and her zoom zooms were always at full speed when we came home from work.
The last couple of weeks however, she began to slow down. Just laying around barely eating and drinking,. One day on a Saturday she wouldn’t get up when I called her for her bathroom break. I went down to my room and coached her up. She walked a few steps and then she stagger and fell up against the hallway wall. Right then and there I made her an appointment to the Vet.
The next day was Sunday and she had a 10 a.m. appointment. Now she loved to ride and be in the truck but this time she needed assistance to get in the back seat. She did manage to crawl to the passenger side and I crack the window for her and she seem to enjoy the crisp air. Once we got to the Vet she jump out and did her smelling around, she also was able to pee at the door as a welcome statement.
I put her on the scale as directed by the Assistant, and we were to go into room 1. Such a brave girl she had no idea what was going on. I began to recount the things that I seen that were off for her. Lack of motivation Lack of interest in food, but she would drink, staggering and falling against the wall Then the next day she would be her old self, oh and one thing important she urinated in the house. She is too much of a lady for that, but needless to say it happen.
The doctor came in and listened to her heart and breathing. He had his assistant bring some can food to feed and she did start to eat that food. The doctor says she has a heart murmur, he took blood and gave her a shot. I was suppose to bring her back this Sunday. Once home she just got on her bed and went to sleep.
Monday morning she was up and wagging her tail, she went out and came and ate a nice breakfast. I told her I will see you later as we hurried out the door for work. Some things I didn’t take note of while at work. Normally she would be walking around and jumping on the couch that would make the camera’s go off, no camera activity at all. I got home around about a quarter to 6 p.m, open the door and it was pitch black inside, she wasn’t at the door and the house felt cold. I said “hey mama’ come on let's go out. Nothing. I turned the living-room light on and nothing. I walked in the kitchen and turned on that light. She had an accident and she was just lying there. I walked around her and turn the hallway light on and looked down and she was gone.
GONE, she was all by herself in the dark with her eyes wide open. Did she cry did she hurt, or did she just simply took her last breath? What no! not my mama, my baby girl. I had to sit on the couch, I looked up the vet number but I didn’t call the right one, but this vet gave me a number for someone to come and pick her up.I had hope that they would come get her before my daughter got home, Needless to say they came after my daughter came home.
During this time I didn’t cry I didn’t show much emotion but I couldn’t sleep, so use to her being in my room are at the foot of the bed. Nothing the house was just still, no more tip toes through the kitchen or slurping down water, or even finding hidden snacks. The house was just at a stand still.
The love that a pet gives is 100% genuine unlike people, They are happy to hear the keys at the door. Happy to say hey mama or papi or whatever terms of endearment you may have for your pet. I wish the 10 years would’ve last 20 years. I can honestly say that she lived her best life, she was loved and she didn’t have a care or worry in the world. I loved her dearly and each day I walk pass that finally spot and hold my head down. Oh! I did finally break down to tears as I created a a TikTok video in her memory. Not a cute cry but that long ugly, snot bubble, open mouth, can’t breath cry. I cried most of the day thinking about her, not having her interrupt my bathroom break, or waiting to sample a snack or something. Will I get a new dog? Probably after the holiday in order to start a new journey but I’m not sure as of yet. In loving memory of my Spirit
