After school yesterday, I took Secundogeniture with me to visit Wilma at the Emergency Veterinary Hospital. It was a two-fold visit.
- To visit Wilma and comfort her.
- To say good-bye.
It broke my heart. As a Marine and former dog owner, I had no qualms about putting a dog out of its misery when the time came. I knew I would cry and be sad, but I knew I could do it. I swore I would never be one of those pet owners who plop a small fortune on their pet. I was often heard saying, "It's just a dog, afterall." BF teases me that I had always told him, when it's her time, it's her time. He basically was afraid that one day I'd say "Wilma sneezed. It's her time."
Boy was BF surprised when this once stoic Marine flopped at the first sight of trouble on Saturday night. Sure! We'll pay all this money to try to get our furry friend better. Why not? It's Wilma afterall.
Oh, another night in the hospital? Sure! Why not? It's Wilma afterall.
Oh, she didn't swallow a squeaky toy? She was in pain? It might really be caused by this arryhthmia that she's having which is common in bulldogs and the cardiologist comes tomorrow so you want to keep her overnight one more night. Why not? It's Wilma afterall.
Well, yesterday when we arrived for our visit with Wilma and they brought her out... she was in such good shape. She was reacting very well to the arrythmia medication and was actually perky.
And she was moving around so much, it was hard to get a picture that wasn't blurry. Look at those happy ears!
We sat on the floor and hugged her and pet her. I was SO HAPPY!
Instead of saying good-bye to Wilma, we just had some wonderful quality time with her, recording our beloved Girly Girl. Here Secundogeniture made some selfies of Wilma. Look how curious she is about the phone.
A boy and his dog.
This was the best part of my day. I can't tell you how relieved I was. We still had to leave Wilma overnight under the heart monitor (which is that contraption attached to a fabric harness that she's wearing) and see the cardiologist on Tuesday morning. We're so optimistic because she looked great and was responding so well to the medications.
Thank you everyone for all your thoughts, prayers, good vibes, get well notes and love. It really worked!
NOTE: 11:25 a.m. on Tuesday - The vet just called me to say that the cardiologist saw Wilma and found some pathology to the heart (I'll get a phone call from the cardiologist sometime later today to go over the specifics) - but that she should be fine with two types of medication. They're going to start the second medication now, see how she responds and I'll go pick her up mid-afternoon. YEAH! We were so worried about you Wilma. We can hardly wait to have you home.