My gardening probably starts to cross that line.
And for the very astute passengers on this train,
my puppy loving definitely crosses that line.
This is Ashley
Well, Ashley and her best buddy in the world Robert.
She is the best little puppy you will never know.
On Friday, we had to carry out the hardest decision of our lives.
And I've had my fair share and then some of hard decisions.
On Friday, we had to let her go.
We decided to let her stop fighting
and I made the appointment, and we kept it.
We let that beautiful little soul free
from that horrible, unfair (but awesomely cute) puppy body.
She had grown into quite the big puppy lady dog.
She was only 17 months old.
She was born with a congenital kidney issue.
Almost a year ago, she was diagnosed with Canine Renal Failure.
It is worse than a cancer diagnosis.
There is no cure.
Most conventional vets will tell you that you've got 2 - 4 weeks.
They send you home with the silly/stupid advice
to just enjoy the time that you have with your lovely little puppy mutt.
They shrug their shoulders because this disease is an old dog disease.
Thing is, this little girl, she was a fighter.
That, and the power of the ball was strong in her (smile).
All I wanted was another year with her.
A year so that she could celebrate her first birthday,
see her first snow,
meet our relatives,
play in the fallen leaves,
hit the beach,
learn to swim,
chase a few more sticks...
At the time she was NOT a ball dog.
Boy did she ever grow into one.
I'm grateful for the year we had to just live life with her.
She got to do all of the above and then some.
I have some of the best memories of my life because we lived in the moment with her.
This dog saved my life.
We fell on some REALLY hard times.
8 months of hard times.
Our lives here at Pinehurst are filled with the most breathtaking highs
and the most devastating lows.
During one of the highs, we put off getting a dog because we didn't have the time.
During one of the most devastating lows, we needed a sense of purpose. He needed a best friend.
She saved us.
I wish we could have saved her.
We got a second opinion from the most amazing holistic vet ever (Dr. Sodhi in Bellevue).
We changed her diet. Yes, I cooked Whole Foods organic meals for her.
My puppy mutt survived another year.
She took down 24 pills a day without batting an eye.
She got poked and prodded once a month for blood draws
that just kept telling us she was getting worse.
but she kept being the puppy mutt spreading nothing but puppy love.
we were astounded that she was not only surviving, she was LIVING with her numbers.
It wasn't time.
Then two weeks ago, she couldn't keep anything down.
We called the vet.
We took her in.
He kept her for three days straight (home each night).
It worked to give us a weekend.
Robert got to jump in Rattlesnake Lake with her.
She got to go to Puppy Disneyland (aka, Marymoor Park)
Then Monday came and she wasn't keeping anything down.
The wonderful people on the Canine online group offered support.
And I wish I would have/could have done more.
But she just couldn't keep anything down.
And she was too tired to chase her ball.
It is hard to know when it is time.
I was so sure, but now I just miss her so much.
I mean, what's so wrong with wanting to sleep all day?
Her condition made her extremely anemic.
I've been there before. I know how draining that is.
She used to run up and down our main hallway (the puppy runway) chasing her ball.
She couldn't do that anymore.
She used to throw herself at the door and whine when we got home at night.
She couldn't do that anymore.
She used to whine all the way to puppy park and run back and forth across the back seat.
She couldn't do that anymore.
She would muster a frisker every night when I came home those last two weeks.
On Friday, she took one more nap with us and didn't budge.
We went to the puppy park hoping to be there alone. There were bully dogs there.
We were going to go home for one more drink of water.
I wouldn't have been able to leave home if we would have done that.
We went to the vet.
She was excited to see everyone.
They were sad to see her.
They knew. They had tears in their eyes.
Anyone who knew this little fighter would have.
He curled up on the floor of the exam room with her.
He held her in his lap.
She kissed him. He let her.
He usually doesn't.
She turned her head to me.
As if to say "Your turn mommy"
And of course, I kissed her too.
Then we all held hands.
The vet had tears in his eyes too.
He said we were such good puppy parents.
And that he loved her too.
And it happened so fast.
She didn't flinch.
She didn't fight.
She didn't budge.
She didn't sigh.
She just curled up in his lap.
As if to say
"Finally, I can get some sleep"
I was never a dog person.
I was definitely an Ashley person.
I don't think my granny was a dog person either.
But she was a gardener.
And my puppy is a puppy gardener.
I bet she'll make my granny into an Ashley person up there in heaven.
Just like she did with me.
I miss her so much.
So, so much.
9/30/11
4:21 pm
Now there is just two of us again.
I love you baby girl.
