On August 14, 2007 I lost my best friend! Nonna was her name and she was the prettiest yellow lab I have ever seen. She came in to my life when I lost my grandma and brought me so much joy.
Nonna was so loyal and loving and one day she stopped eating. She was running and playing on Wednesday and come Friday she stopped eating. I tried to feed her by hand and she would eat one piece, then a few minutes later she threw up.
I took her to a vet in my area and he said she had an upset stomach and gave me some pills to feed her. Nonna hated to take pills no matter how I tried to trick her. But I tried and it was breaking my heart; the look on her face hurt so much. I kept telling her it was going to make her better. But it didn't.
By the third day of trying to give her the pill I knew it was time to take her to a doggie hospital. Monday I walked into the nicest hospital in NJ and once again my heart was breaking because I had to leave overnight. The doctors there were so nice and really tried to help, but come Tuesday the call from the doctors was not the one I wanted to get.
My baby Nonna had kidney failure and she was going downhill fast. She was so weak and couldn't walk anymore and I had to make the worst choice in my life. I had to put my baby, my best friend, the one thing I loved more than anything in this world, to sleep.
I thought my heart was breaking before there are no words to describe how I was feeling then. When I walked into the room that the doctor wheeled her into Nona wagged her tail and I believe she smiled at me. I know that sounds crazy but that's what I saw.
When she saw her Papi she wagged her tail even more. We hugged and kissed her for a few minutes and I felt that her body was cold from the waist down and at that time I knew I had to make that choice to say goodbye for now. Things started to fail and her body was shutting down.
It made me feel better knowing I was there for her last breath, kissing her and petting her and letting her know her mommy loved her so much! We said our so long for now, because one day I plan on seeing that pretty face again!
Even though I put her to sleep it was the right choice. I had eight wonderful years with her and I know she had eight wonderful years, too. Nonna was loved more than words can say by me and anyone she sniffed.