The post I didn't want to write...
This was the picture I posted Friday evening....
It says it all...
a ball... with no player...
We knew Buffy was getting bad. She seemed to go down just since Wednesday. She was still happy last weekend & playing & running....
But she was going down... & we were watching it happen...
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On the left - 2 weeks ago
On the right - Thursday
You can see how the cancer was just draining her |
I prayed over her every day that God would take her gently or we would know without a doubt when it was time to help her go. And I kept telling Buffy to let us know when she was ready to go....
Friday, we came home from work & she was laying outside... looking tired... looking more sunk in...
She was struggling to get up...
We took her ball & she would catch it laying down... but after 2 throws, she would hold it & not give it back... she was done playing...
I'd even take her Frisbee & throw it to her & she'd let it hit her face instead of catching it....
I always said when she stopped playing, we knew she was giving in....
I looked at her more closely & her gums had been turning, but now were a pale yellow.... the inside of her ears had even turned yellow
her liver was shutting down
We sat in the yard with her & cried because we knew this was coming to a point we had to make the choice...
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Friday as we were figuring out what to do....
Sydney just stuck close to her sister |
It was Friday & the vet closed early ... & we knew we didn't want her suffering during the weekend & have her die in pain while we sat at our home & were completely helpless to do nothing for her.
We decided it was time to go....
Buffy could hardly even walk.... Ricky had to take her in his arms & put her in the truck.
One last stop. We went to the park. Her favorite place in the world.
When we took her before, we'd make the turn into the park & she would jump & pant at the window, fogging it up with her breath, not able to get out of the car fast enough. We took the turn this time & no reaction. She looked around, but not moving. We opened the car & she did get excited to get out. Ricky had to lift her & she got out & took a few steps & just stood.... not the excited running yellow lab we were used to at the park.
We let her take her time walking around - smelling her playground....
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| She just took it all in.... her favorite place |
There were people playing basketball & when she & Sydney were younger, we used to go the park every weekend & we'd play basketball with them. They literally would jump up to block the ball & then roll it down the court. When Buffy heard the basketball, her ears perked up & she went to run to the court... but only make it about 4 steps & stopped... & just watched from a distance.
The life just wasn't in her anymore...
It was time to go...
We got to the vet & Ricky had called ahead so they were expecting us...
there's nothing like getting there & knowing this is actually happening.
Its like an out of body experience...
its not really happening, right?
Surreal
They took us to a room with couches, carpet on the ground... tissues...
They explained everything to us & let us spend some more time with her...
We took her ball with us & tried to get her play one more time... she would catch it.... but then just let it roll past her head & she laid her head down & just looked at us... so tired... so exhausted.
They gave us treats to give to her & Ricky even said, Buffy, please eat one more & we'll take you home. Please...
He'd throw it at her & she'd let it hit her in the face... turn her head to the treats...
Why does it still never feel right to let them go even though you know its the best?
The vet came in with the shot...
I knew I couldn't stay.. I couldn't bear to watch ... so I left.
They ushered me out of the side door - I mean, who wants someone screaming & wailing sitting in the waiting room with people getting their dogs nails clipped?
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Our last picture of Buffy
No energy to fight anymore |
I leaned down & told Buffy I loved her - told her to go to heaven & find my friend Stephanie - Steph knows Buffy - & they could talk about how much liver cancer sucked... & Steph would play with her... I kissed her head & I walked to the door. I looked back & noticed she didn't even attempt to move.
This is the dog that every time we were in the vet's office, even when we were there 3 weeks ago for the horrible news, a door would open & she was there trying to bolt out.
Not this time....
the sunlight was even shining through - showing her it was an exit to the outdoors... she still laid there...
I walked out...
I got out of the door & fell to my knees...
literally fell to my knees...
You hear of the scripture where it says the Spirit intercedes for you when you don't know what to say - that was me...
I just kept screaming "Jesus... Jesus... Please... Jesus"
Ricky stayed with Buffy... he said she was loyal to him all her life, he was going to be loyal to her till the end...
He said when they took her paw, she stiffened but didn't jerk - just was startled...
Again, this is the dog that when you would grab her paw to cut her nails, she'd jerk & pull & tug from you... not this time...
she just laid her head on Ricky's leg...
even scooted closer to him
Ricky feels horrible & believes she was scooting closer to him to have him help her...
I choose to believe she was scooting to him to let him know that she was thankful for him helping her get relief from this body that cancer had taken over....
Ricky said it was literally seconds...
she was gone from this world...
We sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes & just cried...
numb...
all so unreal...
so final....
& walking into the house without her
Life just feels so different now....
She was the one who was the first one to run to the door when you got home
She was the one who wanted to play ... even in the middle of the night...
She was the one who got all the dogs to be active in the home...
Our house is just different now...
Sydney keeps looking for her sister
Bruno is lost - Buffy was the only dog out of the others that would play with him
Zoe is the one who would chase Buffy when she had a ball...
Now - they're all just quiet... can feel the difference in the house...
Its been tough this weekend.
Tears that just spring out of no where...
Trips to the store make us think of her when we see dog toys
Looking in the cabinet makes us see all the food we bought to try & make her eat
The balls & ropes scattered around the house are memories of a dog who wanted nothing but to play
Its so hard...
I know when I go to work out this week, I'm going to cry - Buffy would always sit next to me working out & when I would finish, her tail would wag & she'd be so excited... like my own personal cheerleader.
When it rains next, its going to be hard not to look out to know Buffy is laying in it because she loved water so much...
When we wake up in the middle of the night, it feels different not to watch out for her to not step on her where she blended in the carpet...
I'm glad I took pictures of her a few weeks ago... memories of her when she was still her playful self...
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I know its blurry - a picture of a picture
But this is the first day we brought Buffy home in 2002
She just wanted Sydney to love her & take care of her
... Sydney did her job... |
I'm glad I took videos of her the past few weeks... wish I took more
Makes me aware to take more videos of life around me every day....
Its good to see her alive... to remember her that way...
I think God is trying to give comfort though...
Friday night, Ricky said he woke up just full of grief & for 2 seconds - that quick - he said he saw Buffy sitting next to the bed - as clear as day...
but she was healthy, her body wasn't sunk in anymore & she was panting, the way she did when she was happy...
I honestly believe God gave him that quick vision of Buffy & the wholeness she is in now...
I truly believe it....
Ricky is feeling especially lost right now because while we both always put our dogs as a top priority, the past few weeks, Ricky did everything possible to help Buffy. He literally would come in the door after work & sit with her & try every food combo possible to try & get her to eat. He'd stop to pick up burgers, or chicken nuggets, or lunch meat... even fed her an ice cream bar on Thursday... & bless his heart, he would sit up through the night with her to comfort her. She even would go & sleep in the yard in the middle of the night (something she never did) & Ricky too a blanket & pillow & slept with her out in the yard...
that's the kind of person my husband is....
We had Buffy cremated & we went out this weekend to get a stone marker for her.
Going to bury her with her ball & rope...
Want her near us...
She's always going to be part of us....
She's been through holidays with us
She's played with our grand babies
She's loved on our friends
She's kept me warm on winter nights
She's protected our house with her deep bark
She's made me go outside & enjoy nature when I would otherwise waste time
She's been the best friend anyone could have
And I want to thank everyone who sent us messages, texts, phone calls...
We appreciate it.
I never had children of my own... & while I have wonderful step daughters, my dogs are my family in a big way... my babies...so when some people may just think, 'its a dog' - no, its my family...
a piece of both mine & Ricky's heart left this world Friday...
2 weeks ago...
The difference....
Cancer sucks.....