A week ago I lost my beautiful rescue dog Rania. This was completely unexpected and my heart is in a million pieces.
She was the sweetest girl who I met at a local animal shelter. The little girl worked so hard for attention and I just had to adopt her. She was an absolute pleasure to adopt - she came home, climbed on the couch and slept for hours. It was such an easy transition and I know I was lucky that she adapted to her new life to seamlessly.
Almost nine years later and in less than 24 hours my beautiful, super active, loving and happy girl went from running around chasing shadows to not being herself and on arriving at the vet, slowly slipping away. Initially the vet thought she had Addison's Disease and wanted to admit for her more tests. Five minutes later she stopped breathing. The vet put her on a ventilator for 10 minutes and she was able to breathe on her own for a bit, but then stopped again. Back on the ventilator and then her heart stopped. The vet nurse brought her back with CPR and atropine,
but at this stage we realized that her reflexes were gone and it was with immense sadness that we let her go.
I still look for her everywhere. The house is too quiet now.
Rania, I know that heaven is so much richer for your presence and never ending love. I hope you find lots of parkruns, icecream, toast, endless people to scratch your ears and rub your back. My tears will eventually dry up but I will never forget the amazing, loving girl who healed my broken heart and never stopped giving me tons of affection and love.