Jan 08th, 2019
I'm taking a mulligan on the first week of the new year. Forget about the fact that I was sick, that's nothing compared to what else transpired. January 3rd my grandmother was readmitted to the hospital for tests and within an hour of her leaving for the hospital, my dog Naughty passed away.
She was lying on the floor in front of me, panting, tongue and gums grey and looking up at me. I pet her head and made an emergency vet appointment but within 20 minutes I was calling back to cancel...
I have to remind myself that she was 14, she had a good life, especially these last six years. Before my grandmother took her she was used for breeding, her last little being born when she was 8. The thing that hurts me is that I can't say "she was healthy" because I don't know that she was. She was in heat the last week of her life but she was also tired and a bit lethargic and because of this I can't help but think if I'd made her appointment sooner that she's still be alive.
But I can't think like that... I can't destroy myself like this.
Naughty was a beautiful girl, intelligent, sweet, loving, and independent. She was a shining light in my life, helping me through my depression as only a fur baby can and she will be sorely missed...
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