As I looked at the X-rays I wondered why. Why in the world does another sick tummy have to come through our lives? I have no idea, but I shouldn't be surprised.
This time, folks, that belly belongs to Emily's beloved service dog, Nola.
She's been throwing up everything since yesterday, and today she went to the vet where they x-rayed her, and found an obstruction of some kind. Tomorrow morning, she'll have an endoscopy, and possibly surgery. Our poor girl.
The white arrow points to the obstruction, the second film shows the dilation.
To say we love this dog is an understatement. She is Emily's best friend in the world. I'm sure she'll be just fine, and even though I was in a vets office, the conversations and all the phrases and concerns I listened to so many times before with my girls crashed over me. It's really hard to hear. I feel like this situation finds a way to replay itself over and over in my life.
Nola will have whatever she swallowed removed, and life will go on. I am incredibly thankful that I can say that for Nola. I simply can not look X-rays without thinking of Abby. I so wanted my daughter to get better.
Every single day, I wish we could have done something more for Abby. I will never be able to look at films without remembering 129 days in hospitals, and uncountable X-rays and procedures. As much as we love our Nola girl, she obviously isn't on the same plane as our daughter, but the conversation about the tummy was. Eerily similar words, vividly bringing me back to the heartbreak and helplessness I so often felt for Abby.
I cried as soon as I was alone today. Not because of Nola; I know she will be fine. Days like today are the not okay days when I miss Abby Grace so much, I don't know what to do.
Seriously, will I ever get way from sick bellies?
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