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Mosbie

First Heart Break

By JordyPublished 6 years ago 8 min read
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In June of last year, my boyfriend and I moved out of our parents homes and into our first place together. It was such an exciting transition, we had lived together in the past but this was a whole new step. We had our own kitchen! We both found jobs in the new town we had moved into, and not long after we started making quite a bit of money. I began asking for a puppy. It took a tad bit of convincing, lots of dropped hints and lots of long debatable conversations, but fiiiinallyyy, he agreed. I spent every day on Kijiji looking and looking until one day I stumbled across the sweetest little doll. I called the number on the A’s right away and they said I could have her. I waited impatiently all week for her, I went out and bought her a bed and some toys. I bought her food and collar. I couldn’t wait.

The day came and I sat by the phone frantically waiting. I went and checked outside every half an hour, until finally the phone rang. I ran up the stairs as fast as my legs could take me, and there, playing in the grass was the smallest, sweetest little baby I had ever seen. I thanked the man, picked up the little bundle of joy and went inside crying. My heart was so full and happy. She was a yorkie with fluffy white hair everywhere except for her face, which was black and brown. She fit perfectly in just ONE hand. Still, to do this day I can’t get over how little she was.

I named her Mosbie after the TV show How I Met Your Mother. The main characters name is Ted Mosby and the whole show is just about him looking for the love of his life.

She made herself right at home so quickly. She followed me around the house every time I got up, she cried if I went to the bathroom without her, she would climb up and snuggle against my neck while I was watching TV. I spoiled her in every way possible, I let her sleep in the bed, which my boyfriend was not a fan of, but he slowly warmed up to it. It came to the point where if she wasn’t on the bed when I was, she would cry her little heart out. I hated going to work because I would miss her too much. It only took her a week before she learned how to run up the stairs, so I had plenty of heart attacks thinking I’d lost her, just to find her playing with the neighbours. To do this day, I cannot explain enough how special this dog was. I can never find the right words. There was just something about her. Something about the way she looked at me and the way she made me feel when I was sad. I loved her so much.

One evening, two weeks after having her I noticed she seemed very off. She wasn’t playful and she wasn’t eating. I expressed to my boyfriend my concern for her but he tried to reassure me that she was just tired. She slept in her bed that night, which was very alarming. She didn’t leave it, didn’t even whine. I left the little twinkle lights on that night so I could keep an eye on her. Just when I was falling asleep I noticed her little body shaking. At first my brain couldn’t put together what was happening, I panicked and woke up my boyfriend. I picked up her little shaking body and realized then that she was having a seizure. I’ve never seen anyone or anything seize before. What was I supposed to do? I called the vet, but didn’t get an answer. It was Sunday evening in a very small town. I called and called and called until I gave up. The seizure had stopped, but my tears didn’t. I was too scared to fall asleep so I stayed up and cuddled with Mosbie until 7 AM when I called the vet again. I got an answer this time. However I was told to wait to bring the puppy in until 9 AM. Within those two hours she had two seizures, so bad that she was foaming at the mouth. Once we got to the vet we discovered that she had hypothermia. It’s common in yorkies and happens when they don’t get enough sugar/nutrients in their body. I didn’t understand why this was happening since I bought the special food that she needed, but the vet knew what she was doing. She put an IV full of sugar water into little Mosbie and promised us a speedy recovery. Before we left her, I could already see filling with life again. Relief ran through my whole body, I could finally calm down. I went home and caught up on the sleep that I’d missed that night.

I got a call from the vet that evening, I was very excited for her to tell me I could come pick up my puppy.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t tell me to come get my dog.

In fact, she actually told me that my dog wasn’t going to make it through the night. I didn’t want to hear any of it, I stopped listening and gave the phone to my boyfriend. The problem wasn’t that she wasn’t getting enough sugar and nutrition, it was that her liver was failing. I begged the woman to do something, but she said she couldn’t because of how little the dog was. This woman told me she couldn’t do anything for my dog. I cried myself to sleep that night, I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

The phone ringing woke me up the next morning, I was hesitant to answer. I knew what it was.

I knew it was bad news.

“Hello?” I had said in the most heartbreaking way.

The woman on the other end of the phone was gleeful and happy.

“I have good news!”

Mosbie had made it through the night, the vet had switched up her IV to something syrupy. Whatever it was, it worked. And I got to go pick her up right away.

I had missed her so much and couldn’t believe that I had almost lost her. I called in sick for work that day for “personal reasons” and cuddled with Mosbie all day. She was still sick and groggy, but she was slowly becoming herself again. I was so thankful and so happy. I gave her medicine twice a day, I fed her whatever the vet had given me and I loved her plenty.

Within three days, she was a happy, playful puppy again.

I took her for walks and honestly, absolutely everywhere I went, she came with me. Right away she was back to cuddling in bed with me.

A week later I came home after a long and stressful day at work. I ran down the stairs so overwhelmed with excitement to see Mosbie.

But she was sitting in my boyfriends lap. And she wasn’t moving.

The look I got from my boyfriend said enough.

She was sick again.

Again.

I called the vet again, but she told me there was nothing she could do. How could there be nothing to do? Why couldn’t she try? The last time she tried and made an effort, something worked. Why not just do it again?

I sat up again, all night.

Watching my dog have endless seizures and not have anything to do about it. I sat beside her all night and spoke to her so she knew she wasn’t alone. I ended up falling asleep on the ground beside her. When I woke up, I noticed she wouldn’t wake up.

She was breathing.

But she wasn’t waking up.

I called the vet.

“My dog is in a coma.”

“I can’t do anything.”

I was so angry, so heartbroken, and infuriated with this woman. I called another local vet and they said to bring Mosbie in right away.

So I did.

Just for some very rude man to tell me, “Your dog is going to die, I can’t do anything.”

I argued with him for a good 20 minutes before he left and someone else came in.

You see, I knew that my dog was sick and on her death bed. But nothing bothered me more then the fact that no one was TRYING to do anything. I know that vets can’t save every animal but I do believe that there’s huge difference between trying and just giving up. The lady who spoke to me next was much nicer, however began guilt tripping me. She said there was only a 20 percent chance the dog would survive if they gave her surgery and how it would cost me more money then I make in a year. She told me my dog was suffering.

I came to the very difficult decision of letting her go.

They took her into the back room to give her a needle and then brought her back out to me. I held her in my arms.

She wasn’t crying anymore and she wasn’t shaking. Her eyes were open and she was looking at me. She looked at me with so much love, until her eyes became emotionless.

I’ve never experienced lose before, and I had only had this dog for three weeks. But within those three weeks she made me a very happy person. Thinking about her breaks my heart everyday and I miss her so much.

She had such a short life but she was such a happy dog and I’m so glad that I was the one who was lucky enough to love her and spoil her.

I hope wherever she is, she’s chasing butterflies and being spoiled.

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