So, it is day three of the new year and it is already on track to becoming one of the worst years ever. My dog, Kasha, was rushed to the vet hospital last Friday, they told us her lung had collapsed and she was brought into a special oxygen room and a procedure to inflate her lung was done. We were told she was doing well after the procedure. On Saturday they tell us both her lungs are collapsed and they were doing more of the oxygen and procedure and told us we could get her back after they observed her. On Monday they called and told us she was responding well but they wanted more time to observe her. They continued to do this and it continued to worry me, but we were told we could pick her up today. Which works out really well since my father will be having surgery today and he has been worried sick about Kasha, she is his baby. The Dr. calls me today and asks for a few more days with her.
Today as my father is having surgery, he was happy knowing when he got home he would have Kasha with him, so even though I know it would break my father’s heart I tell the Dr. to do what is best for Kasha, I am sure my dad will understand. An hour ago the Dr. calls me again, I knew it was going to be bad, I was ready to hear how she needed surgery but that wasn’t it. The Dr., who has known my family for the better part of 20 years was in tears as he told me that Kasha has passed away.
My father will be home in roughly 4 hours, at which point I will have to look at him and my mother in the eye and break their hearts and turn a bad day into a worse one.
I have screamed at God, I have cried, I have punched the weight bag, cried some more and cursed the universe.