So it's 4am and Lola's had a seizure. It's not her first one, it's the third one since July, when these made thier first appearence. It crushes me every day looking at her 15 year old body that any day now will be her last.
i fucking love this dog. She's been my constant companion since the day that fat little rolly-polly little butt waddled up to me. We've traveled the country together, mourned together, lived by the skin of our teeth together..
When I was laid off from GM I literally chose food for her over me some days.
She's protected my houses from intruders. She's let toddlers crawl all over her- she used to run 5 miles a day with Nathan. Her empathy is like no other dog I have ever had. She still to this day even with limited use of her rear legs tugs so hard with Nathan that he has to stand up to meet her strength or she'll pull him off the couch (she's got lots of torque)
In July she had her first seizure and it scared the shit out of me. We took her to Medvet in Dublin (that place is amazing) and they diagnosed her with a possible tumor or lesion on her brain. The only way to know for sure which it is is a $2k MRI and while I love Lola- we decided that either way the out come is the same- she's basically on hospice care.
Her ability to maintain weight right now is low- I have tried giving her more for or higher calorie food but she still eats just enough to get by. She's still happy. The only real change is she had #2 accidents when she greets people because she's excited or can't get from our upper level to the lower level, where the dog door is, quick enough.
All of it is manageable.
But it breaks my heart I can't do anything to stop the aging process.
In fact we know that Beatrice will need companion after Lola passes and have opted to not wait for her to pass and will be picking up a puppy this week.
I knew I wouldn't be able to look after Lola goes.
My insides will be crushed.
I know many of us have dogs and cats and if you have had multiple, you know what I mean when I say she's that "special" one that will have dug deep into your soul.
Hug your furries today. For me.
Sorry for the sadness post- I just needed to vent and it's 4am and we're still in recovery mode.
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