Stella was #EVERYTHING

February 12, 2016

It’s really hard to speak about my dog, Stella passing. You all know that beautiful girl, thanks to my incessant posts on FB and Instagram where you got lost in her big, beautiful eyes. But what you may not have noticed is that special little 10 lbs of awesome suffered from Congestive Heart Failure. She was diagnosed with the disease about 1 year ago.

A few of you may remember my dog, Moose. He was my first and extremely handsome. He was truly the Ryan Gosling of dogs – handsome, irresistable, and had a joie de vivre that was unmatched. He also hated anything with a penis. I mean, into each life a little rain must fall. Moose’s handsomeness was matched with a great soul and spirit, and it was really hard when he was diagnosed with CHF and we were told from his cardiologist that this is a common disease in Chihuahuas.

wpid-wp-1457394251762.jpgAnd after my 2nd dog was diagnosed with it, I realize, it’s too common for comfort. So all I could do was make sure Stella was happy, got her meds to keep the suffering at bay, and enjoyed her life to the fullest. As I said before, she was everything. She was doing so well on this cocktail of meds. Everyone was confidant she had a while longer to hang with the Lieus. But we don’t always see the future. While I was away in Tokyo, Stella fell ill and within 1 hour of not doing well, Stella’s body gave out and she passed away.

This broke my heart, and I didn’t know how to handle losing another little soul in my life. But one thing she taught me is that you live for the now. You don’t dwell, and you certainly don’t get sad over something like this for long.

The thing was, Stella was sick. She had to wear pants because she was incontinent. She had to deal with me giving her shots periodically to make her more comfortable. And she hated all the meds.

I realize that her passing was such a lucky thing to have happened. Stella was always on her schedule and did things her way. She didn’t need us to take her to the vet, she left when it was time. And I know she’s in a better place. It took me a while to come to this conclusion after the mourning. And I’m so glad I see it clearly now. Stella’s pictures are next to Moose’s in the house, and I am sure they’re frolicking in the big grassy lawn of heaven. And that makes me happy.

 

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