 Barked: Sat Feb 3, '07 5:08pm PST |
 | |  | | Tomorrow will be one week since Holly lost her battle with heart and kidney disease. I guess it will take time before I stop counting the days and weeks. I just wanted to tell everyone how Holly became a member of my family. 10 years ago, a friend called me and said there was an elderly woman at the groomers with her little dog and she was asking anyone if they knew of a good home for Holly, as she just couldn't take care of her anymore. I never hesitated to say yes, bring her to my office. When I first saw Holly, I knew this was meant to be. She sat under my desk for the rest of the day, shaking and scared (of course she was afraid...she had no idea what was happening to her). From the time I got her home, she was showered with love and attention and it didn't take long for her to know she had a forever home. At four years old, she was a little rascal, running and jumping in the back yard and just loving life. As she got older, she started to slow down and was content to sleep on her bed and go out on the deck now and then to enjoy the sunshine. The Friday before she died, I took her to the vet because I was concerned with her breathing. He said to watch her over the weekend and if she wasn't any better, to bring her in on Monday. I actually thought she needed her teeth cleaned again, although she just had them cleaned in June. The vet said no, they were fine. When I woke up Sunday morning, I noticed Holly was having a hard time breathing - much worse than the previous Friday at the vet. I raced to the emergency vet and by the time I got there, they said she was critical, and immediately put oxygen over her face. They couldn't find a heart beat and they couldn't get a pulse oxygen reading. I cried for two hours because I knew there was nothing the vet could do. She assured me Holly was in distress and no matter what they did, she probably wouldn't make it through the night. I went back and forth in my mind...what should I do...I looked into her eyes and said, "Holly, please tell me what I should do." She was so weak and in so much distress, that I knew the only thing I could do was to end her suffering. I didn't want the vet to numb her nose, insert oxygen, put a collar on her, pump medicine in her, put her in a cage where she would have to use the bathroom - something she would never have done, and the vet said they didn't have the staff to take her out. I knew I could not let her spend her last day like this. I kissed her and hugged her and told her I loved her more than anything in the world and it was time for her to be with Rebel and Missy (her brother and sister) and that I would see her again.
Oh my God, the pain in my heart just won't go away. I miss her so much.
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