Not only I woke up sick yesterday (fever + sore throat), forcing me to call out sick a week before I leave for vacation (ugh!), but early evening I heard terrible news…
This adorable furry niece of mine, Luna, passed away yesterday afternoon:
How did this happen? On Saturday morning Luna woke up with a paw 3 times the normal size. After a visit to the vet and having all tests come back clear, she was sent home. On Sunday, the swelling on the paw was better but it had now moved to her eyes. She was then referred to the animal hospital. My sister from the beginning thought it was a spider bite, but the vets said that there are no poisonous spiders in northern Virginia. Monday, the swelling on her eyes had gone down, but it was now on her leg, and it was oozing.
The vets continued to refuse to treat for a spider bite and give the vaccine, and instead tested for ticks (a test that takes 10 days for the results). The vet also refused to start any treatment until my brother-in-law showed proof he could pay the $8,000 vet bill. (Yes, she was there for hours, and the vet refused to touch her until my brother in law could show proof of credit. And this was the vet talking to him, not the staff. Shouldn’t she be busy treating the dog instead of wondering how she’s going to pay for her new car? WTF???)
She was sent home Tuesday night. On Wednesday night, my sister, who barely got any sleep, woke up with Luna lying down, while throwing up blood and breathing hard. Back to the vet she went. The vet FINALLY decided to treat her for a possible poisonous spider bite.
It was too late. In the afternoon they got a call to come in and say their goodbyes. My sister frantically called my 19 year-old nephew, with no luck. They said their goodbyes while Luna had to be put to sleep, after an $8,000 bill, because she couldn’t get up, was having trouble breathing, and had not stopped throwing up blood.
I am so so so sad. Luna was adorable, and actually hugged me (I’d sit on a chair, ask for a hug, and she would put her paws around my shoulders while I squeezed her tight).
Luna, you will be missed. She left a little brother behind, Diesel, who still has no clue what is going on.
Luna was also my dad’s biggest fan. (She really had an unhealthy obsession with him!)
Luna, I really really miss you!
Rest in peace. And I know you’re looking down at us, guiding our ways.