I think this is the last place I need to update on the events of this past Friday (8/17). Some of you are friends with me on Facebook or follow me on Instagram, so you may know already if by some miracle the algorithms of each decided to actually work.
Friday evening my husband and I had to make the sudden and difficult decision to let our little 4 year old dog Waffles cross the Rainbow Bridge. She had been not feeling well since the previous Sunday (8/12), and that Tuesday the vet had determined she likely had gastritis based on what he saw and pointed out to us on the x-rays. By Friday she could barely walk and she looked SO miserable. X-rays that time showed that the stomach inflammation was gone, but the vet was concerned that her kidneys appeared to be small and odd-shaped. A subsequent blood test confirmed that her kidneys were failing hard and fast.
This week has been difficult. As I stated above, this was very sudden. She was seemingly fine the week before (dogs are naturally programmed to hide pain, so "fine" is subjective here in hindsight), then in what felt like the blink of an eye we were making euthanasia and cremation decisions. We had just celebrated her second Gotcha Day on July 28th.
We got her back yesterday in a polished cherry wood box with her name engraved on the side. I placed two of her favorite toys on top of it: a blue stuffed sheep cuddle toy we called her "baby" and a little plush squeaky dumpling she got last Christmas in a Bark Box.
Not gonna lie, it sucks. I keep cycling through sadness, guilt, and anger -- anger at the circumstances and not at the wonderful veterinary staff -- with interludes of okayness. She was my 24/7 companion since I'm a stay-at-home wife. She was the first to know there was something wrong with me last year when I had pneumonia and kept a close vigil over me until I was better, earning her the nickname "Nurse Waffles". She was also my "Cuddle Bug", my "Monkey Butt", my "Doofus Dog", my "Waffles Pup". And now she's gone.
That being said, if you feel so inclined, and PLEASE don't feel obligated if you don't want to or can't afford it, donations may be made in her memory to Rescued n' Ready Animal Foundation, the nonprofit rescue we adopted her from in July 2016.
"And though she be but little, she is fierce."
Midsummer Night's Dream, III.ii.325