We went last Tuesday expecting Nellie to have surgery, but the vet wanted to get the prednisone out of her system, so we begrudgingly brought her back home. It's not that I didn't want her with us, but I wanted to leave her there so they could "fix" her sooner.
These past seven days have partially been hell on earth. Saturday night she shook and panted for 12 hours. I haven't slept a continuous night of sleep in 3 weeks. My heart just broke for her and I felt so completely helpless. I think I called Blue Pearl every single day except yesterday and Sunday. I would ask if they thought I ended to bring her in so they could manage her pain until today. This last week broke me. The only way we've gotten through it is through God's sweet, sweet grace. I have petitioned to him for Nellie to stop shaking, to lay down, to sleep, and to stop her pain.
Through all the gut-wrenching pain she's been through, God has also given us little slices of heaven. A few days she has been able to lay beside us on the couch or on the floor. Sunday morning I laid on a blanket on the floor and she curled up in the crook of me and rested her head on my arm. My heart could barely take the joy it gave me.
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