My Dear Baby

 Dear Bloggers,

I'm sorry that I haven't been online recently, but one of my beautiful fur babies had been very sick and needed extra TLC. However, her fight came to an end yesterday. We became highly concerned when she wasn't eating and did exactly what the Vet instructed us to do, which was to force feed her until she decided to eat on her own. She never did want to eat, unless force fed. Then, she stopped drinking water and had to be forced to drink water. She would, in turn, shiver and shake until her eyes would roll and would take several minutes for her to come out of the situation, and then she would fall asleep. She would then wake after about an hour and would pant frantically, until her ears and eyes would turn light red. Afterward, she would sleep again and then process would repeat itself. I was always up and down, tending my baby, trying to keep her comfortable, until we could get her back into the Vet.

It was discovered, at the return visit, that she was in Stage 2 Kidney Failure and so we made the hard decision to release her from her pain. It was the hardest decision that my family ever had to make and sometimes we doubt that we did the right thing, but I know she is no longer in pain. Thankfully, a friend of mine allowed us to bury Sassy on her property so that we may be able to visit often, and that has eased our pain some.

However, it has been a slow process for me to accept that Sassy is no longer with us. I was used to her being here when I got off of work, up on the back of our living room couch, barking at me in her silly chicken bark, wagging her tail until I thought she'd fall off onto the floor! She was always so vibrant and full of life, that it has been hard to accept that she was sick ever.

Our other dogs, however, had a different reaction to our loss. Our Sugar, who was Sassy's constant companion, kept searching for her for a few days before realizing that Sassy wasn't coming back. Coco was never really close to Sassy so she really didn't show much of a reaction at all. Instead, when Sassy was still with us and sick, she avoided her, as if whatever made Sassy sick was contagious and she didn't want to catch it. It is always strange how dogs just know.

Since losing our beloved Pug, we've had many people try to give us another but we cannot bring ourselves to take in another baby. I know that they mean well, but there will be no other fur baby that will replace this sweet girl.

Rest well, my sweetie. We'll all meet again one day.