Broken Hearted

For a while, it looked liked Lily was adjusting to her new home.  She even started to come up on the couch and sit with us in the evenings.  She stayed in Michael's room a lot, but seemed to come down to eat and be a part of our family.  She was brushed and loved.

But Chewy had noticed (more than I did) that the last week she had not been eating much.  And she had stopped coming down to be with us.  And she laid around a lot more.  I have to say that being sick and the kids being sick, I really did not notice the signs of sickness in her.    When Chewy said he wanted to take her to the vet, I was not totally convinced of it--I thought that perhaps she was just adjusting still. 

But, evidence started to mount this morning and it was obvious something was wrong.

Chewy and Michael took her to the vet.  Liver failure, possibly kidney failure.  As I type, they are gently putting her down.  I know that Chewy feels like we somehow failed Paul. 

But, I think we did what we could for her.  And she knew love from our family.  It just wasn't enough for her.  She was too old and set in her ways...and she missed him.  I guess you could say she died of a broken heart.

I am glad we were able to be there for her.  We will miss her.

 
Michael saying good bye.
 

Comments

Kristin said…
I am so sorry for your loss. I'm glad she had your love.

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