Friday morning she was fine, Saturday morning was a different story.
when she was diagnosed with heart disease almost two months ago, we knew her health would one day drastically decline— we never thought it would be this weekend.
we called the vet, we drove to the office, & walked her into the back room where a metal cage was awaiting her arrival.
with tears in our eyes, we said our goodbyes, wiped our eyes, & left the room.
without making eye contact with another kind soul, we departed the vet’s office crying out our deepest fears.
an hour later, the vet called with good news (!!!)—
little Bentley was going to live another day (!!!).
(the meds she’s been on for her epilepsy are now causing her body to react as if she’s allergic— wheezing, enlarged liver, pressure on her lungs, etc.)
we quickly drove back to the vet’s office where Bentley greeted us with more energy than we’d seen in the 24 hours prior.
in that moment of energetic release, we knew this wasn’t gonna be the weekend to say goodbye,
this was gonna be the weekend to squeeze Bentley a little harder, cuddle her a little longer, & give her as many treats as she wants,
because no one should ever have their heart broken as much as ours were this weekend.
we are so grateful we get our sweet girl a little while longer,
& so grateful she’s willing to fight for us all.