Almost 2 years ago my husband and I adopted the sweetest, most loving, timid and beautiful greyhound. A little over a week ago we had to say goodbye.
When our Nala had her first seizure about a year and a half ago, the vet did a ton of blood work and took x-rays, but everything came back normal. She briefly mentioned getting an MRI to make sure everything was ok. The only problem is that pet MRI’s cost a fortune. A fortune that 20-somethings do not have.
My husband said this to me basically in passing, without putting too much emphasis on its importance. I wish we would have done something back then. When we moved back to Michigan in June 2016, she experienced another (however, less traumatic) seizure. Again, everything came back normal and she was herself that same day.
On Wednesday October 4, 2017, our Nala experienced the worst seizure she’s had since we adopted her. I called my husband on my way to work because I forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer, and he answered the phone with “Maggie, Nala had another seizure, this one is BAD.”
My heart SANK.
I met him at the emergency vet clinic where they triaged Nala onto a gurney because she could not stand at all. She was very stiff and had several contusion and abrasions on her hind legs. I could not believe this was happening to our fur baby.
That was the longest and most painful Wednesday. We transported our baby girl to 4 different clinics for tests and lab work and continued support for her discomfort. She ended up staying over 2 nights in the final emergency clinic.
On Friday night I had to drive to Grand Rapids because my best friend was getting married the next day and I was her Matron of Honor. On my way to Grand Rapids, I stopped by the clinic to see my girl again and sat with her for about 20 minutes before I was a blubbering mess. I just couldn’t handle the fact that she looked so incredibly uncomfortable, and I had no idea how much actual pain she was in, or what she was feeling.
At this point, I just wanted to lay there with her all weekend, but I had to leave to make it to the rehearsal in time. I knew when I left that was the last time I was going to see her.
I gave her so many kisses on her soft, sweet face and said my goodbyes. (ps. Greyhounds actually hate their faces being touched) but I clearly did not care. I kissed her face ever since we adopted her and I wasn’t going to stop now.
I sat in the parking lot for about 10 minutes and the tears just kept flowing, they would not stop. Justin called me about 10 minutes later and the tears started again. He was waiting to hear the prognosis from the neurologist and to go over our options.
It was about 10:15pm on Friday October 6th, when my husband called me. Our only option was to start Nala on steroids, and even then she might not recover. She was still immobile and very uncomfortable.
Justin’s voice started to crack and allllll the tears began to flow.
Our baby girl, our nara monster, was no longer meant for us.
I think the worst part about this was being separated from my husband while he had to be at the clinic for everything. Also, the fact that it was supposed to be a happy wedding weekend for my friend. I could not keep it together, whatsoever. My baby girl Nala was gone, in an instant.
She had turned 10 in July, she was supposed to live until at least 12, this was not fair. She was seriously the best dog I’ve had, but now she’s the best dog heaven will have.
I will miss our baby girl everyday for the rest of my life.