This morning, I found Piloff laying there with her head in her food bowl. If she hadn’t of twitched, I would have thought she was dead. She hadn’t really eaten any of the food I gave her, and just looked wrong.
So we loaded up the car and took her to the vet. Piloff died on the way there. 😦 I didn’t really know what to do at first. I informed the lady behind the desk that I didn’t want to upset Sophie, and she offered to just take Piloff. I figured this might upset her even more, so we just took her with us.
Leaving the vet’s.
sophie “are we going to another doctor?”
me “no baby, we’re going to go home”
sophie “but Piloff is sick”
me “i know sweetie, i don’t think she’s going to get better. she’s going to heaven”
sophie “but why”
me “she is too sick, she’s going to die and go to heaven”
sophie *slow pout* “…but i don’t want her to die”
I put Sophie in the car and let her hold Piloff on the drive home, she sniffled the whole way. I cried like a baby, Sophie just looked so heartbroken.
We got out of the car and she started crying. It was so awful, not like tanrum angry cries, she was so sad. I snuggled her outside for a good 10 minutes while Mya napped.
me “it’s ok, she’s with Heavenly Father now”
sophie “but i want her to get better”
me “she’s happy in heaven now, we can bury her in our garden and keep her with us”
sophie “but i don’t want to, i want to wait for daddy”
The day couldn’t possibly get worse right?
I opened the door, and heard a toilet seat drop. Unless an intruder was using the potty, that meant Moose had escaped… again.
1 – she literally ripped up a chunk of my carpet & padding. staples included
2 – the kitchen trash was spread in every room upstairs
3 – she pooped in the front room
4 – she all but killed my aloe vera plant
I instantly wanted to stab her in the face. Like today wasn’t crappy enough without her shenanigans. I threw her outside and went downstairs.
5 – the downstairs trash was everywhere
6 – her kennel door was completely bent, now unusable
Hate dog. Also because of our delightful neighbors, I can’t even leave her outside. Someone called Animal Control on us because she barks. Really? She’s a dog, they bark. andfilasjdflK!J
My friend, Claire, let us come over so Sophie could play with her daughter. It was a much needed highlight to our day. They had fun in the little pool, and the dogs got to play too.
We got in the car to go home.
sophie “are we not going to put Piloff in the garden?”
me “we’ll do it when we get home, daddy is there now”
sophie “but can we do it tomorrow?”
When we got home, Denny had already dug a little grave for Piloff, and picked some flowers for Sophie. Earlier that day I had Sophie draw Piloff a picture and we put it in the box with her. She also drew on the box before we put it in the ground.
It wasn’t even that Piloff had died. Sure it would make me sad, but pets die, life goes on. It was how sad it made my poor little Sophie. 😦 Her being so unhappy just ripped me to pieces.
sitting by the little grave
sophie “i want piloff to get better some day”
me “i know sweetie”
sophie “is she going to come back?”
me “we’ll see her in heaven some day”
sophie “can we go to heaven?”
She keeps asking randomly if Piloff will be back soon, or if medicine will make her feel better. It was all just so sad. We went out for ice cream after that. Being little, I’m hoping she’ll just bounce on to something new.
I’ll just have to make tomorrow extra fun.