8.16.2020

August 15-16, 2020

White Dog pushed the pile of soggy tissues out of the way and climbed into my lap. She managed one kiss before I crushed her to me and sobbed into her fur. "For years Pearl would not let me hold her. I could barely touch her and then only with treats. Finally," I said, "I got to hold her regularly enough to give her meds that she began to accept my arms around her. And only in the past two days has she relaxed when I held her. At last, I thought last night, she is resting her head against my heart; she is relaxed and we are heart connected. Now she is gone."

We had cautiously celebrated the seeming progress our Precious Girl had made during the end of the week. But Saturday she was again back to being iffy about eating. After dinner she was uncomfortable and complained so we increased her pain medications as we had been instructed. It helped; she slept and at post walk treat time (she skipped the walk) she even at a treat. We all felt relief.

At 2am Pearl awoke yipping in pain. She quieted when Steve went into the office and lay curled on the floor with her. She feel asleep and he returned to bed past 5am. "I don't expect she will sleep long," he told me. "In the morning let's see how she is and maybe go to the ER." I began feeling dread.

At 6 I heard her tags jingling and her unstable step in the hall. The rest of the White Dog Army was instantly awake...and so was Steve. He rushed to her with a cry. "Oh, no! She just expelled a pool of blood!"

"Give her to me and dress. Then get her to the ER."

I held Pearl wrapped in a towel. I kissed her head and she gently lay against my heart. For the first time ever, I felt the amazing connection with her that I had so long ached for. I kissed her and she squirmed in pain. I knew.

Steve took her from my arms and drove the four blocks to the emergency vet. The doctor came out and got her and her waited in the car. When he called, the vet was on three-way.

She had the tone that I think they teach all healthcare people. "There is not much we can do for her. We did a quick ultrasound and something has ruptured. She is in great pain. The most humane thing would be for us to help end her suffering."

They allowed Steve into a special lounge designed for these moments and he spent some time with Pearl. Then she was gone. She is home with us; in these bizarre times, the pet crematorium is not open until Monday morning. We could not bear her remains being in an ER refrigerator with no one to grieve her...and the White Dog Army was very disoriented about where Pearl was and what had happened.

I want to be mad at someone...at Dr. Julia for not fixing things...at Pearl for dying on Steve's birthday... at the horrible mill breeder that left her health broken...but I cannot work up the rage. "Who is going to be our Watcher?" I ask at the furs pressing all around me. "Who will start the Song to the Mailman?' "Who will I get to hug that was so long awaited and filled my heart?"

The last question was answered as the White Dog Army smothered me with nuzzles and kisses, "Hug us. Pearl will feel it through us."

7 comments:

Random Felines said...

You will still hear her singing. You can't fix what she went through before she joined the Army, but she knew so much love with you.

Brian said...

We are so, so sorry to hear about dear Pearl, such heartbreaking news. We know there are no words so we send hugs and all of our love.

Amber DaWeenie said...

This is such a shock and so heartbreaking. I'm so sorry. But try and take comfort in knowing that Pearl finally got to know what love and devotion means.....two things she never had in her life before she had you and Steve.

Anonymous said...


Dear Sue & Steve & the whole Army,

I am so very sorry about Pearl, I like everyone else thought she was on the mend. I know how hard this is for all of you and all I can do is say hold each other tightly.

You all are in my thoughts & prayers,
Lucy (Troy, Ohio)

meowmeowmans said...

Aw, no. We are so sorry, dear sweet friends. I am literally sitting here crying as I type this comment. Thank you for loving Pearl so much. Thank you for giving her a most special and perfect family, and for helping her know what love and belonging meant. Please know we love you, and that we send gentle purrs and all good thoughts your way.

pilch92 said...

I am so sorry. XO

carol l mckenna said...

Oh such a sweet and sad story of Pearl ~ so glad you were her caretakers ~ it is so difficult to lose our fur persons ~ many healing hugs to you and I believe Pearl will be watching over you all forever ~ Xox

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