On Tuesday, December 9, M called me at work and said that Pita was not acting right. She was throwing up, not eating, not playing and just not doing right. I told him to bring her right in and to give me as much information as he could. I couldn't make promises as to when we would see her because we were in meetings ALL DAY long. I honestly didn't imagine that this would have been the end. I mean, I just had her with me the day before and she was fine. She got all beautified and was very active.
Anyway, he brought her in and she looked really tired. I put her in a compartment and she didn't fight me at all. That is very unlike Pita. She hates being crated. She just layed there and looked around.
I went ahead about my day and when the Doctors looked at her, everything was normal. Her radiographs showed some gas, but nothing abnormal. The head tech, Rachel, mentioned checking her glucose. It was only at 20. That is incredibly low and we started her dextrose fluids right away. She started to perk up a bit. We also had to perform an enema because she wasn't passing stool, but was full of it!
Thinking her glucose was all that was the problem, I got her home and hoped for the best. M and I tried offering her food and she wouldn't have it. That just made me worry more. Pita never turns down food. NEVER.
Around 8 or so, I noticed her gums were practically white. I got really scared and tried to stay calm because I didn't want to freak out M. I called the Doctors and decided that I should rush her to the emergency clinic. Of course, it was freezing and ice was all over the stupid place.
We got there around 9 and explained the whole situation to them. We waited and waited and finally some one came out and said that they were having a really hard time getting blood from her. Her blood pressure was incredibly low and she was just not getting better. They had to lube her eyes and insert a catheter. We were allowed to see her before we left and she gave M one little kiss, but that was about it. She was very, very sick and very lethargic.
I can't believe that my little girl was just failing this quickly. We were questioned about the possibility of toxins. M remembered dropping some tylenol on the floor, but Pita wouldn't eat that. I just know her and she wouldn't eat that kind of thing. Fries, turkey, hamburger...yes. Medication..NO.
We got a call around 12 and said that there was fluid in her abdomen, the blood levels were not great and her liver was enlarged. We decided to go right in and see her. She looked even worse and due to her guarded prognosis, we had to make the hardest decison of our lives. We did what we could, but we just couldn't let her suffer like that. M got one last kiss from her and then she turned her head away. We stayed with her and had our private goodbyes. M sang to her one last time and at 1:45 in the morning, she left us.
I have never felt such a pain in my life. I couldn't drive, I couldn't talk and I couldn't breathe. As soon as I walked in the door to the house, I lost it. I went straight to the bathroom and threw up. I had to walk into that house without Pita. We may have only had her for 4 years, but it was the best 4 years ever. She was a handful, she was a lemon and she barked a lot, but We didn't care. She was our baby. She was our handful. She was our lemon. She was the sweetest little booger. She was my Pita poop, poopers, Stinker, pita rita and lemon.
Even though I loved her, M loved her even more. He is still greiving. That was his reason for breathing. He did everything for her. If her breathing was off, he knew. He knew everything about her. He knew what every bark meant and what every circle outside meant.
The next week was rough. M wanted to make sure that God knew she couldn't use the stairs and that she needed her meds. His heart is broken and there is a void that will never be filled for him. No dog can ever replace Pita. Never.
Pita,
It has been a month since you left and I still can't believe it. I miss your growls, your belly rolls and paws-paws-paws. I miss your sweet little face, your gurgling belly, your stinky breath and even your stinky farts. I miss your bark, I miss your silly walk and your fat little belly. I miss your short little legs and eagerness to get turkey. No matter how much time passes, I will never stop missing you. I will always love you, baby girl. Always.
"I love my piiiita, IIII love my Pii-iita"
I love you baby. Love Momma
