My Sweet Girl, Vienna Options

[TaraG]

This is my sweet baby girl, Vienna. She was born on February 21, 2004 and I lost her on August 31, 2013. She was my best friend, constant companion and protector for 8 years and one week, since I got her from a Sheltie rescue organization. I got her the weekend before I started grad school and she got me through that as well as many other hard times. More importantly, she gave me joy every day of her too short time with me.

The people who had her originally didn't want her because she barked a lot and was high strung...as Shelties often are. I think she was mistreated. But we lived alone so I was able to minimize the things that caused her stress.

I loved her more than I could've imagined. I treated her very well and was conscious every day how lucky I was to have her. She was definitely queen of the house...and that was fine with me.

Here are the things I'll remember most about her:

• How she crossed her paws in front of her when she lay down
• How she loved to play on the bed
• How she'd put a paw on my leg when I wasn't paying enough attention to her
• How her head would pop up above the edge of my bed...or above my iPad when I was reading...when she wanted attention
• How her rear end swayed when she trotted to my back door to go out
• How much she loved chasing squirrels...but never caught one
• How she'd stare intently at me while I was trying to watch TV or read
• How she was always here to be hugged when I had a bad day or bad things happened
• How she'd lay down in any soft grass if I stood in one place for more than a few seconds when we went for a walk
• How she loved to go to my neighbor’s house to get treats
• How excited she got when I got the leash out
• How she used to put her paws on my shoulders or swat me in the nose with her paw to show me who was the boss (she obviously was)
• How joyful she was when she got to roll in something nasty
• How much she loved walking in water...particularly in Oak Park (I wish there would've been water in the creek when I took her there a few weeks ago)
• How she'd sleep under my legs when it was cold
• How she’d lay in the back yard, looking beautiful and perfectly content

Vienna got really sick with pancreatitis on Wednesday, August 28. She started throwing up every 30 minutes or so during the night. Even though she'd had this before, I had no idea how sick she was until the morning. I laid on the floor with her, waiting for the vet to open, and thought she was going to die right there. I wish I had thought to take her to the emergency vet...but she'd had this before and came through it very well. When I took her to the vet, I thought I'd get her back after a couple of days...so did he. But every day, he called with worse news. She just wasn't responding to treatments. On Friday, August 30, when I thought I'd be bringing her home, he called to tell me she needed to be taken to the emergency vet for more intensive treatment. The emergency vet tried a number of things that should've turned things around, but she was so sick her organs had started shutting down. Every time I saw her, she was worse. I was hopeful the treatment would work. But after her first day at the emergency vet, I woke up early that morning with a clear sense that I'd have to let her go that day. I prayed that they'd give me good news and that my feeling was wrong, but it wasn't so. The vet told me that she was suffering and the inflammation had gotten so bad they couldn't turn it around.

When they brought Vienna in for the last time, it was clear beyond any doubt that I had to let her go. I can't even bring myself to call it anything else. All I wanted was for her to be well and come home with me. But I made the only decision I could and my mom was there with me as Vienna died in my arms. She was so sick I was begging her to let go. I kissed her head the way she liked as she lost consciousness.

I know her suffering is over and the pain will lessen for me at some point. But I feel so empty and lost. My house feels dark and lonely. I can't believe my baby girl is gone. One day she was happy and healthy...a few days later, she was gone. It's inconceivable. I loved her so much and will never forget her.

[TaraG]

Thanks moon beam and everyone else for your kind words over the past few weeks. Everyone always leaves comments that makes me think deeply about something that seems to be exactly what I need at that time. Because its raining again today and is cool - the kind of weather during which I loved to sit with Vienna right beside me - I've felt Vienna's absence very intensely. But your words about not being guaranteed a certain amount of time (or something to that effect) have become a bit of a mantra as I feel myself getting sad or angry. The reality of how things are...and were certainly meant to be...is just different than what I would've chosen.

When I came home to a house full of my dads dogs today...who are very sweet but obviously not Vienna...I was pretty sad and feeling very sorry that Vienna isn't here with them. But I found a card in the mail from the emergency clinic where she passed. It was so comforting because it was signed by every one of the staff. All of them mentioned how sweet Vienna was and how hard she fought against what was ultimately too tough for her to overcome. It helped me be assured that she spent her last days with people who treated her with love and kindness and who understood how precious she was to me. I don't know if this is common practice at places like this but they couldn't have done anything more kind to help me after Vienna's death.

So that's where I am today. Struggling with the complicated feelings that come from taking care of my dads dogs, dealing with the sadness that Vienna can't be here too, and appreciating the comfort provided by the people on this forum as well as those who provided such loving care to her in her last days. This is truly the horror roller coaster that's been referenced by many...and I've never liked roller coasters at all! But I'm keeping the faith that the unpleasant part will eventually end and the memories of the sweet, feisty girl I and others loved will remain.