As a bright
warm light
in a dim
cold
shelter, she
undoubtedly
knew that
you were the
one that
she’d take
home. What
she didn’t
know is how
quickly you
two would
bond over
the next 5
weeks as she
fought to
save your
life… Day
in and day
out
immediately
after your
adoption as
the first
stages of
the ugly
disease
called
Distemper
invaded you
she
relentlessly
force fed
you to
nourish your
underweight
little body
while
medicating
you with
veterinarian
prescribed
medications
and
researching
the disease
willing to
try anything
that would
give you a
glimmer of
hope,
regardless
of huge the
monetary
cost already
involved and
to come.
A few weeks
later as you
appeared to
have
rebounded,
gaining
weight,
playing,
doing what
puppies do,
her spirits
rose with
hope that
you would
and had
survived.
All too soon
her world
came
crashing
down as the
neurological
second stage
symptoms
appeared and
engulfed you
leaving you
with
constant
irritating
twitches.
Yet still
she wasn’t
prepared to
give up on
you. Hoping
for a
miracle she
pressed on.
Switching
veterinarians
when the
first one
didn’t seem
passionate
enough to
help her try
and save
you, the new
vet gave
hope, though
no
guarantee,
hope was
enough for
her.
More than a
week of
sleepless
nights, your
moaning and
whines
keeping both
you and she
awake,
sill she
stood strong
in her
decision to
give you
absolutely
every
possible
chance there
was at
recovery.
Reassurance
from the vet
that you
were in no
pain she
wondered if
she should
keep trying,
frequently
asking you
to give her
a sign, do
you want to
stay? Or, is
it time for
you to
peacefully
and
respectively
go?
With each
time that
she made a
decision
about
euthanizing
you that she
thought she
could stick
to, you ate
something on
your own, or
drank and
she knew she
just could
not give up
on you, no,
not yet.
She pressed
on until
now…
Now she can
no longer
hope for a
miracle.
Your little
body
withering
away, your
pitiful
moans and
cries, your
recent
paralysis
it’s all
become too
much
emotionally
for her and
too much
emotionally
as well as
physically
for you. She
never wanted
you to
unjustly
suffer and
now fears
that you are
in fact
suffering
and that,
regardless
of how much
she still
wants to try
she can no
longer
morally
continue.
She made
your
euthanasia
appointment
for
tomorrow…
Surrendering
to the fact
that you
were not
then, nor
now, ever
meant to
recover from
this ugly
preventable
disease.
I am
personally
proud to
know your
human Mommy.
As an animal
rescuer/lover,
I only wish
a ¼ of pet
owners put
HALF of much
effort into
their pets
as she has
put into you
in the short
time that
she’s had
you.
The day you
walked out
of the
shelter and
into her
heart you
were the
luckiest
little pup
there was.
For, even
though
tomorrow you
will die it
won’t be in
a cold
smelly
shelter in
the arms of
a stranger
soon to be
forgotten,
but in the
warm arms of
someone who
loves and
cherishes you
more than
anyone ever
had and who
will always
remember
that little
brindle pup
that entered
into her
life even if
only for a
short while.
You Miss
Kita were
not born in
vain nor
will you
have died
unloved and
forgotten.
In Loving
Memory
Of
Nikita
(Aka Kita as
her Mommy
calls her)
Adopted by
Peggy Hicks
& Family in
Texas
On
January 23rd
2007
Euthanized
March 2nd
2007
@ 18 weeks
old
Copyright
Lorraine
Cole -
Harris
3-1-07
