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Lulu's Mom
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Cajun Country, LA
Born April-29-1969
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26 Dec 2010
I replied to another post, but since I am new, I am going to share my story here. It has been 4 days and I alternate between extreme sorrow, numbness and anger towards anyone for not understanding/interrupting my grief. I don't want to talk on the phone or listen to whatever mundane things people around me have to say. Can't they tell I am broken here?!!? And tonight, I will get to crawl into the bed and my legs can move anyway they want to. It will take me hours to fall asleep and when I awake, the first thing that will pop into my head is that she is gone. My 4yr old daughter does not understand...she thinks she is at church!!! Someone told her that LuLu went to be with Baby Jesus and she knows that church is his house. What is she going to do when she goes to church and she isn't there?! Anyway, I will copy and paste from my reply so you can see where I am coming from.

I put Lulu down Wednesday morning. I am hurting horribly as well. The saddest thing about grief is that the rest of the world goes on without a care. I can't sleep and when I do, the first thought that pops into my head is how much leg room I have in bed and the reason why. That has been the start of my day since Thursday.

I am going to cut and paste excerpts from an email I sent to a friend this morning so you can see where I am coming from.

I have to say this Christmas was absolutely one of the saddest I have ever had. Last week was hell. On Monday, Sloane got her wisdom teeth removed and on Wednesday she had her tonsils removed. As we are getting ready to leave for the hospital, I noticed all of a sudden that my puppy girl’s back legs stopped working right. I called my Mom, rushed Sloane the hospital, Mom brought Lulu to the vet, then she came and met me and we exchanged places. It was hurry, hurry hurry. Lulu waited for me at the vet…when I got there, she was in bad shape. I knew it was time. I petted her and told her it was ok to go, how much I loved her, how much a part of my family she is. After two minutes or so, she slipped into a coma and I gave the ok for the “shot”. I was a bawling mess. I had that dog for 14 years and she was like a child to me. Crying now as I type this. 3 days before Christmas! And my son was here, who I had not seen in 6 months! Where is the justice in that?

I was always raised with dogs and always will have one. They become part of the family and I miss her SO MUCH. I am surprised by how much as I knew her time was limited. She was my shadow; I could not even take a bath without her sitting on the bath mat by my side. I mean literally. The night before, I was going to the bathroom and she was licking my leg as I sat on the potty and I laughed and told her “Thanks, Lu, I already had a bath today.”

I tried to soldier on through Christmas, but was dead inside. Elvis and I had a Blue Christmas. I had to go straight back to the hospital after putting Lu down. I bawled non-stop and didn’t give a hoot who saw me. (I am sure the patients thought I was nuts…like c’mon lady! It is just a darn tonsillectomy! ) The hospital had Christmas music playing. I told the nurse what I had just been through. They played “I’ll be home for Christmas” and I told the nurse if they don’t stop playing that I would need a Valium IV next. It was sweet though, because word spread throughout the unit. All the nurses came in to offer condolences and share a story of theirs. The thing that haunts me is that I did not get to hold her that morning, and really say goodbye as I knew it was time. I had to hurry, hurry, hurry. And she waited for me, as always. I only had 2 precious minutes with her before she went into the coma and then the shot.

It was good to see my son and we had a nice time with the exception of Lulu. I have to think she was waiting for him to come home too.

Oh, how I miss her and it has only been 4 days. I am constantly reminded of her, even as I sit here, she would be laying at my feet. I cooked this morning and cried as I had to pick up food bits off the floor (I miss my gleaner). I immediately de-Lulued the house- food bowl, bed, blankets, etc. My heart aches when I see her empty bowl spot everytime I go by it.

And the worst part - she was 14 yrs. old and had a plethora of health problems and had been declining quickly. I knew it would be soon. But had I known it would be that morning, the night before I would have held her, comforted her, and cried forever. That was taken from me. I only had those 2 minutes and it haunts me. Had it been any other day - to hell with work, I would have held her and comforted her for a long time before that fateful drive. That bothers me the most. Logically I know I could have come home from work to find her already dead, and before this, I thought that would be easier...NOT!


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