For those of you who aren't dog-people, this post is not for you.
You see, my Molly-girl has been acting sick for a week or so.
On Tuesday I took her to the vet because she wasn't bouncing back.
Lab results showed kidney failure.
Her labs were so high, they were literally off the charts.
There's no cure for kidney failure.
Just treatment. Very expensive treatment that will only prolong her life for 6 months to a year.
And that wasn't even a guarantee to work for that long. Just prolong her pain.
The vet actually recommended that we have mercy on Molly, and put her down.
Ohhhh, soooo not the words I wanted to hear.
So....that's what we did.
One minute, she's here....
...and just like that, she's gone.
My baby girl is gone.
Some people just don't get it.
They can't grasp how someone could be heartbroken by the loss of a pet.
Yes, she's a pet...but I'm her person.
She picked me.
Each dog will gravitate (or choose) a person in their "pack" to be their anchor.
The person they love the most.
I was her person.
This earned me her respect, her protection, her whimpers, and her unconditional love.
When she was scared, she searched for me.
When she was happy, she searched for me.
When she was sick, she searched for me.
(which actually wasn't the best deal for me...cause I ended up cleaning it up)
When she wanted to cuddle, she searched for me.
If we were out walking as a family, she walked by me.
(no matter WHO was holding her leash)
There's a special bond between a dog and their person.
Most of it is unspoken.
She always kept tabs on me.
When I was sick, she didn't leave my side.
And then she got sick, and I stayed by hers as much as I could.
And when I couldn't....she'd move her sick butt over to be near me.
And so now, she's gone.
I'm more than just a dog person without a dog.
I'm a dog's person without her dog.
I'll miss you, baby girl.
Thank you for picking me.