Good bye

For a few weeks before the tragic fire that took down our home we noticed Lola was slowing down and not enjoying the things she used to. We attributed it to her 8.5 years of age. After all we all slow down to some degree as we get older.  But after the fire Lola went down hill even more. Each week she slept more and more, ate less and drank less as well. She digressed to the point of not wanting to move or anything. That lead us to take her to the vet. 

On Monday November first the vet squeezed us in and said her lungs seemed to be restricted and her stomach felt like there was an obstruction. He needed to run some tests. The cost was something we could not afford so opted out. As Mark was leaving the office, both of us in tears, the nurse asked me to wait. When she returned she told me that they have funds for situations like the one we were in and said that all charges would be waved. She and I went to the car to tell Mark. Back into the clinic we went with Lola in Marks arms. The tests were done as we waited.

We waited at the car for the test results and prayed. We hoped that Lola could be made well with some kind of medicine. The nurse came and got us when the results were ready. The doctor did not have good news. Lolas kidneys were failing and nothing could be done to make her well. They but fluid in her since she was so dehydrated and sent some pills to help with vomiting. Leaving the office with very heavy hearts and another devastating low to our already shredded life.

On Wednesday, November 5th we had no choice but to take Lola  back to the vet. She crossed Rainbow Ridge after we said our sad good byes to our precious little Lola.

We hope and pray that we will see better days in the days ahead. I honestly don’t know how much more we can take. We both are just hanging by a very thin thread.