Friday, November 13, 2009

Lola


Yesterday we were excited because, even though her appetite had not returned, Lola’s surgery was moved up and we were told we may be able to bring our 3-legged dog home as early as today. Jeremiah received a call from the vet (Village Vets, they were awesome) much too early. She said that when she shaved Lola to prep her for the operation, Lola began to bruise everywhere. She had no idea why this would be happening. When she did another blood test she found that Lola’s platelet count had pretty much bottomed out. Based on that, there was very little chance Lola would survive surgery, possibly even with a blood transfusion. They couldn’t put the surgery off any longer, because if her leg remained attached to her that could kill her.

Jeremiah and I rushed to the animal hospital. Lola lay on a table, already anesthetized, with a breathing tube in, her loose tongue clamped out of the way. She was covered in a towel and some sort of surgical blanket thing into which they were pumping (I assume) warm air. The vet showed us all the bruising. She was so shocked, I worried she might start crying. Jeremiah and I sat with Lola for awhile. We knew what we needed to do but neither of us wanted to say it out loud. We scrubbed her head, the little brown goober marking right on top. I leaned down and nuzzled her ultra-soft ear so I could feel it against my cheek one last time. Then we gave the vet permission to put her down. She’s been cremated and we will scatter her ashes right in our yard, over her favorite sun spot, where our vegetable garden will be planted.









Right now, we are sad beyond the telling of it. When I came home yesterday, she wasn’t watching me from the window in the TV room, and she didn’t run to the door to greet me, or leap in the air when I walked in. There was no need to do my regular recon in search of destroyed objects we failed to secure during the morning’s puppy proofing. We miss our dog. I cannot begin to count the miles she and I have walked together. We could not go anywhere in the house without her being under foot. When I showered, I always had to convince her to move so I could open the shower door to get out. She used to wake me up in the morning by tapping me with a paw so I would let her climb into bed with us. When Rex made a break for it and got outside, she always let us know. I once watched her herd him back inside. 

She guarded her babies so well we could not even bring her to the park when they went to play. If you sang Stevie Nicks to her – ‘it’s like the world we know, sings the song sounds like she’s singin’…’ when you got to the “oooo! Baby ooo! Baby oooo!’ part she would go nuts and leap up on you trying to get to the source of the “oooo!” She was terrified of thunderstorms. Her fear got so intense that more recently; she’d start to shake uncontrollably as soon as the barometer began to drop. She liked to chase flies and bees. We’d often find her staring intently, then jumping up and snapping at the air. The carpenter bees were the easiest to get.


The girls don’t really understand. They’re a little young, I think. Kate kind of gets it, she knows that Lola is gone like Motor. Sarah, who adored Lola from the time she was an infant, doesn’t seem to get it at all. I’m kind of glad for that. The house is much too quiet without Lola. Even at night, I miss her quiet snoring. Jeremiah and I keep thinking we see her here and there – scratching at the kitchen door, peeking her head around a corner to check on us. She was our over-zealous sentinel and our constant companion. It used to be that when I was sad, Lola would comfort me. Now I wonder if maybe she wasn’t on to something, and when you really miss someone, you should chew up a piece of their furniture and barf on their living room rug.


15 comments:

Ashley said...

Lisa, I am so sorry. I am thinking of you and the girls.

Lady Epiphany said...

Oh no! I somehow missed that you ran off in the middle of our conversation yesterday. I'm so sorry about Lola. She was a love and will be very missed.

I can picture Lola chasin' bees in doggy heaven.

jennifer said...

im so sorry about lola

FlapScrap said...

That picture in the snow, where each ecstatic girl has a flake on her nose ... that's a good picture.

karen said...

How sad you must be! You made a beautiful memorial post for her - Lola was such a great dog.

Keith said...

I never knew she hated Stevie Nicks too. I wish I'd been able to see that action. She so clearly loved her family fiercely.

duchessnyc said...

i am so so sorry to hear about lola. the pictures tell a thousand words of how much she loved, was loved and will always be loved.

Brooklyn Volunteer said...

I'm so sorry!!! I feel crummy for she was a great dog.

mamalion said...

I've been lurking for a long time, having bopped over from WME. I am so sorry for your loss. It's been 5 years since my Rosie died, and I still miss her every day. I'm glad you were able to say goodbye.

I want to tell you that I am pregnant with my second girl, and your blog was what I thought of when I found this one was a girl. I hope my daughters are as happy as yours.

*pab said...

Oh, Lisa. I am so sorry for your loss. Lola was such a special pup; so sweet and loving. I am thinking of you all right now. xo

Ellen said...

You can chew any of our furniture any time. You can barf anywhere in our house any time. The whole family can come and make a party of it. Anything, anything at all that might help just a little at this darkest tea-time of the soul. I love you all.

Ellen said...

Sorry, even if it is not her furniture you are welcome to chew and barf.

LMP said...

Thanks so much everyone; all your comments are a big help. This has been rough on us. Good thing we got the kind of cats that will never die and a fish I really don't care about.

Keysgal@QuietWater said...

Awww I am so sorry to hear that you have lost your good friend. It is hard when a pet dies but really hard when you have to make the decision to have them put to sleep. I will be thinking of you and your family.

Reetay Arvaysay said...

Oh, unlike, unlike, unlike. Boo to mortality and its inevitable affect on our frail hearts. Why we fall in love with creatures that we are sure to outlive and must constantly care for is only balanced by the magnificent unconditional affection they give us (damn their crafty eyes). I am so glad y'all had her in your lives, and so very sorry that she's gone. xoxo