This past week has been an emotional one.
Last week, was a hectic one to say the least... On Tuesday, I had three family members in the hospital. My Cousin was having her baby, My Grandma was STILL in the hospital and having minor surgery and my Brother was jumped at a gas station. Luckily, everyone one was out by the end of the week.
Check out my sweet baby cousin and god daughter:
Love them! :)
Pretty much I spent last week running from hospital to hospital after work to visit my family.
On Sunday, our family went through a rough loss. We had to say goodbye to my brother's 12 year old dog.
This was My Brother and Tari at my mom's birthday "party" on December 2nd.
She loved being in the chaos of our family, and let my nephews play all over her. This day was no different, when I saw her I could tell she had lost weight. It wasn't anything that alarmed me... at the time.
I called my mom on Sunday morning, she said that she was with Tari at the PetER. She was spitting up blood. Jason and I rushed down there. My poor brother has had a rough time and was actually in a detox center following his hospital stay, he was set to be released on Sunday at 12pm.
Jason and I met Momma at the Pet ER, and my sister rushed down to the center to pick up John. The Vet let us know that Tari was in heart failure; she had a valve that wasn't opening and closing, her heart was enlarged and pressing on her lungs, and she possibly had a muscle rupture. They wanted to keep her overnight to see a Cardiologist in the morning.
I just couldn't. I couldn't let this dog be in pain. She's been a trooper throughout John's crazy life, and never let him experience pain. She was always there for him, and for us. I asked the Vet:
"If this was your dog, what would you do?"
She took a deep breath and said "She's drowning in her own fluids, I would let her go"
We waiting an hour for John to get down there, and they brought Tari to us. She look like she lost another 10 lbs from the last time I saw her and she couldn't catch her breath. We gave Tari kisses and hugs and told her how much we loved her. Despite her condition she was smiling and offering up as many kisses as she could!
She gave all 5 of us a kiss, and then started heavily breathing. I honestly think she waited to see John, almost to tell him that "She was fine and everything would be okay." Just like she did every day for 12 years. My heart breaks for my Brother!
At 12:25pm we let Tari go peacefully.
"A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary? "-Marley and Me.