Plants, Pitties, and Power Foods

As an adult, we know that our furbabies are on limited time, yet we still get emotionally invested in their wellbeing and unconditional love. Meka was my first dog as an adult that I had her entire life. She was my baby, the one who got me through my divorce, my world. She had a very big personality for how little she was, all 2.5lbs of her. She would speak her mind and demand attention. Pennie and Tisdale learned to not be rough with her and were even at times, afraid of her when she was in a mood. At 8 years old, she had to have all of her teeth removed because they were rotted, but that didn’t stop her from trying to bite at Pennie & Tisdale when they misbehaved or when she just felt like biting them. She was a spitfire. She loved her snuggles and to be carried around everywhere. To say she was a princess would be an understatement. She was a queen. The last two years of her life were rough on her – she started having seizures (although at the time I didn’t realize how ofter or how bad some were) and started having incontinence when she slept so diapers were used quite frequently. Towards the end of her very short life, she acted like she couldn’t go up the stairs, as if she couldn’t figure out how to hop up them or see them. Two nights before her 12th birthday, Meka started acting very strange – almost like she was blind, wondering around the house and running into things, snapping every time I would try and pick her up, and then a massive seizure started. I realized then that it was the beginning of the end. It was late at night so my vet was not open. I wrapped her in her baby blanket and just held her…..talking softly and trying to calm her. After about 30 minutes in my arms, the seizure stopped and she fell asleep. I put her in bed beside me and we went to sleep. About 3am the next morning, yet another massive seizure and this time, she did not make it through. She was gone. Wrapped up in her baby blanket, in my arms, my baby girl left me. I have never cried so hard in my entire life. The feeling of loss was so intense I could barely call vet to let them know that Meka had passed. I kept her in her blanket and when I finally had a moment of no tears, decided to take her to the vet to start the even worse mourning process – cremation and picking her box. To this day, looking at memories on my phone can instantly bring me to tears. She’s always with me though and on the mantle in her little box looking over me.