lola died today. i feel like such a goober blasting this news all over facebook and twitter and the blog but it's strangely therapeutic. i also feel like a goober for using the word goober.
i woke up at 5 to lola peeing on the bedroom floor. she was just standing there, right next to the bed (my side!). i got up, cleaned it up and went downstairs with her. she was acting very weird. almost non-responsive and breathing funny. we waited to see if she would snap out of it but she didn't.
sean called the vet and we took her in. they took her vitals and reported back that everything seemed fine. but since she was acting so weird, they wanted to keep her for testing. they'd run a blood test first and go from there.
so we ran home to grab her food (she has,
had, allergies) and i dropped it at the front desk. the receptionists had just changed shifts and didn't know who i was (and that we were just there). she asked if i wanted to see lola and i said "no, i mean, we just left her 5 minutes ago. it's not like i don't want to see my dog! ha."
we grabbed bagels and coffee and i expressed a few times how i wasn't really worried about lola. i just hoped they'd find something to explain the behavior.
a few hours later sean got the call. all i heard was "is she gone"?
i immediately felt guilt. i should have gone to see her. we should have taken her in earlier. we rushed to the vet's office, where they were performing CPR. i walked in and saw her through the glass door, surrounded by at least 5 people. they put us in a room and we waited for the dr. she eventually came in and told us they were going to try a few more things but i knew lola was gone.
i wanted to see her, sean didn't. i said goodbye. the vet told us she might have had cancer or maybe a heart condition. we got a nice clay impression of her paw, paid our bill and left.
is there anything more depressing than baking your dead dog's clay paw impression in the oven? it stuck to the pan. i probably would have had a nervous breakdown had i broken it. (i didn't!)
we've been alternating between crying and making bad jokes. basil doesn't really know what's going on, as far as we can tell. the house feels empty. our hearts feel empty.
she will always be our first dog, our lolaface, lolita bonita, sugar puff and basil's favorite playmate. we miss her so much.