Not even twenty-four hours ago, I was sitting here writing about Nala’s resilience. Well, today, just after noon, her time finally came to an end. As I stood in the kitchen cleaning the grounds out of our coffee grinder, I heard a shrill cry come from Nala as she speedily ascended our brick stairs. I ran over to her as she was standing, weakly balancing on three legs, in the living room. Her body was shaking and she looked miserable. I yelled for Hugo, who ran over to us, and we both knew that it was time. Nala’s cancerous shoulder had finally snapped and she was suffering. We loaded her into the Jeep and off we went to the vet to put our second puppy down in less than two months.
What a miserable experience this has been. She was in such pain at the vet’s office, I asked them if there was anything they could give her to relax her and ease her discomfort. The vet returned with a shot that ended up almost knocking her out, because when they wheeled her back into the room after inserting her catheter for euthanasia, her eyes were in a hard, fixed position, as her tongue flopped two inches out of her mouth without care. We hated to see her like this but at least she was out of pain.
As the vet administered the two-shot series, Hugo and I hugged her and cried as she parted with us. I pet the single white hair that sat just to the left of her eye. That white hair sprouted up months ago and refused to fall out. It was just as resilient as her spirit, that literally fought to the bitter end.