Our lovely little Pua passed away this week, which has thrown me into this angsty awful turmoil...I miss her so much, and I'm the one who has it easy, as I knew her for 2 1/2 years, not 10 like the rest of her family. I dropped popcorn on the floor the day of, and I honestly thought, oh, Pua will come grab that up...then realized. And at night I want her to come put her sweet little boxer head on the edge of the bed SO BAD. The last two weeks of her life were so horrendous, she was desperately suffering and it was so hard to know if there was a chance she would recover or not.
Many things went wrong with her in those two weeks, as she literally went from racing around on the beach to completely unresponsive, over 14 miserable days. It felt endlessly long and as sudden as the snap of a finger, all at once. I know that plenty of my friends have lost siblings, fathers, mothers, and I know Pua was a pet, not a person...the problem is that she was a member of the family, and she seemed far more human than dog. She always understood what was happening, emotionally if not logically. We have Kiko, the big boy boxer rescuee....and he's a comfort and a constant reminder, all at once. He walks in the room, a brown blur, and it's startling for a second. For the last year or so, I called her Goddess Pua, my little nickname for the wonder doggie.
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