Ive been dreading putting up this post and was waiting until I could better handle it but I have received numerous private messages daily inquiring where I am and if all is okay.... July 9th Mike and I had to say goodbye to our youngest, our starlight, our beautiful baby Ava. Im not going into gory details because it is not necessary. We noticed something was changing with Ava about 40 days prior in her temperament. We took her to the vet and had a complete checkup and there was no medical abnormalities to account for her change. We stepped up the management of our multi-dog household because Ava was getting more and more agitated with her siblings and was getting harder and harder to get to refocus on her Dad or I. There was a horrible incident on July 9th that ended with extreme damage to my husband who ended up having to have surgery. The day of the incident after we were able to diffuse the situation the dog I was looking at was not my Baby Ava. I have never, ever seen her in that state and I was downright scared. After discussion regarding quality of life and what could be, we decided that for her the most humane thing would to end her suffering. She was surrounded by her Mom, Grandma, and BFF Brianna Vancheri. Mike was in the ER at the time and could not be there in person. I post this with the heaviest heart I have ever had. For those in my life that know my family, Ava was my soulmate. From the day we brought her into our family her and I were bonded to the core of our beings. When Mom was home nothing else mattered to her, not her siblings, not my husband, not toys, not food. It was all about Mom. She was always with me. She was my sidekick she was my everything. I have spent the last month taking care of Mike after his surgery while he is healing and trying to heal my heart (to no avail). I feel like I have the biggest hole in my life. There has not been a day or night that has passed where I have not broken down due to the sheer pain of missing my baby. Nothing is fun, nothing is exciting, really nothing seems to matter. Mike luckily is on the road to recovery. The surgeon is pleased with his progress and predicts another 6 weeks before he will be fully recovered. I spend my days either at work or home taking care of Mike and my other two kids Maddie and Beans. Logically I know we did what we had to for he,r however my heart is not over the selfish stage of mourning her because of what we dont have with us anymore. Thank you to my friends and family that have spent every day for the last month calling, texting, emailing me to make sure I am eating/sleeping taking care of Mike. I miss my Ava and always will, but with that said I KNOW I am the luckiest woman on the planet because I got to be her Mom.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 18:09:05 +0000
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