Lolly survived the night. I didn't think it was possible. Mom said she had been in bad shape since Saturday. She couldn't walk and was vomiting and pooping blood. She would take deep breaths and pull her back legs in. She wouldn't eat or drink anything. I don't know if she was in pain or not, but I decided that I couldn't watch her suffer anymore. I prayed that I wouldn't have to make the decision to put her to sleep, but I did. It was a very difficult decision. I realized that I was holding back because it was easier for me. I had to do what was best for her. Luke works tomorrow and the vet's office is closed on Sunday. So, it was either do it today or wait until Monday. I didn't want her to suffer any longer. So, we decided it was time to let her go.
Luke bought Lolly when he and I were just friends. She was a very mischievous puppy. She got lots of spankings. She liked to poop on the floor, eat sweets off the counter, dig through the trash. She once ate Luke's wallet and some of the bathroom wall. She chewed a bottle of wood glue on the carpet and even got the lid off a can of paint in the garage. She was the smartest dog ever. She new every trick in the book. I even taught her some in Spanish. She even climbed a ladder and got on the roof with Luke. She didn't like to lay on hard surfaces so she would drag out towels and blankets to lay on. She pooped in the weirdest spots. She pooped on Luke's truck seat while he was driving, the back of the truck going down the interstate, in the water at the creek, background of my maternity photos, ect. She loved to hunt. She would hunt anything...mice, lizards, snakes, and squirrels. She was a great hunter. If I was having a bad day or sad she would come over and put her face right in my face. She would lay her ears back and nudge me with her nose. She would snuggle with me and lick me. She always new how to cheer me up. When Luke would travel or work nights he would tell her to protect me. She did. She would get in bed with me. If she heard a noise she would literally sit on top of my chest and bark and growl. She was just as kind and protective of Kinnison and Kimber. Even when she felt bad she would let them hit her and climb on her. She never once growled at them. She was smart, compassionate, protective, funny and loyal. She was my best friend. We never considered her a dog. She was part of the family. She was one of the kids.
In May of 2010 Lolly started losing her eye sight. I took her to one vet and wasn't happy with "she's old". So, I took her to another vet. I knew something was going on because she had developed cataracts over night. They did bloodwork and diagnosed her with diabetes. I was devastated. I knew that it would be a commitment and that her days were numbered. It was hard and it was expensive, but we got to love Lolly for another 15 months. Some of those days were good. Some of them were bad. But, even on her bad days she would wag her tail when we talked to her. She lived in the garage. She had her very own spot next to the woodstove during the winter and had a fan just for her during the summer. I wish we could have spent more time with her, but I know that she lived a good life.
I want to say THANK YOU to my mom, dad and sister for taking terrific care of her while we were gone. She went downhill as soon as we left and I know that she was well taken care of while we were gone.
We love you Lolly! We are going to miss you so much. Thank you for being such a wonderful part of our lives!
Here are some of my favorite pictures of Lolly.