In an hour I have to go say goodbye to my best friend of six years...Pierre. He has been sick ever since Gia and I got home from the hospital and spend last night at the vet. In the beginning they thought his body was attacking his platelets and if so some medicine would fix this issue. Unfortunately it appears he's bleeding internally and the issue is unknown. It would take a blood transfusion and surgery to see what is happening and even then it might be unfixable. Another option may be some oral medication but it's expensive as well and they don't think it will work and would result in several more nights at the vet.
He"s always been such a sensitive little dog. I remember him having to be on puppy Prozac when he was little because he didn't want us to leave the house. Now it seems he may have worked himself up over my being gone at the hospital or even the new baby. Or it could just be a system failure and the timing was coincidental. Either way, he was my best friend, and I'm crying as I type about this sweet dog whose gotten me through so much.
As I look around the house I see everything that reminds me of him. A bone, his bed, a toy, I can even smell pee on the rug in this room from him. And as much as I hated his habit of peeing on my rugs, I'm bawling over smelling it now. Probably a mixture of love for the dog and post partum emotions. Either way...I'm very sad.
Mom is leaving from work to stay with Gia and I'm meeting Mike and 1:00 to go say goodbye to our friend. The cutest little dog that Mike stole out of a little girls arms so he could buy him for me. Our first family member. How will I ever get over having your little head resting on my foot each night in bed.
You will be so missed my friend. Words can't express what you've meant to me. Tonight when Angelo comes home and calls for you to play with him saying "Schnoodie Boy come outside" my heart will again break. I love you sweet little dog. You'll never be forgotten.