I've lost a couple of close friends over the years, lost family members, helped others through loss, and have seen my fair share of death, as random as it is.
Today I was at the gym. My boss happened to be there with his wife. I was in between sets, talking to him, when the kid from the front desk came over to me. "Are you Ross?" "Yeah, I'm Ross." "There's a phone call for you. It's an emergency." He handed me the phone.
My girlfriend was on other end, of course--she was the only person who knew I was at the gym. I couldn't understand anything through her hysterics. Just "dropped" and "vet in Bellevue."
I didn't know what happened, only that one of my two dogs was in trouble. Bella is 12 but fit and feisty...but 12 none the less. Paco is 7 and aside from an ongoing bout with Valley Fever (a fungus in the lungs), he is literally a specimen of a chocolate lab--ripped and a hell of a hunting dog. I drive the few miles south to the vet, numb.
My phone rings when I'm almost there. It's Kate and the vet's not there. Back towards Ketchum. "I'll pull over and you can pick me up." I pull a u-turn on the highway, then pull over on the shoulder. I'm praying to God.
Kate pulls in behind me. I hop out and run towards her. She's sobbing, hysterical. "Not breathing. He's not breathing." I open the passenger door.
Paco is there, not breathing, no pulse, no nothing. I am stunned. Numb. It's a dream. Tunnel vision. I pet him and he's warm but somehow I know he can't feel me petting him. His skin is as unbelievably soft as ever but he's not there.
Kate is sobbing and I hug her and tell her it's not her fault. She sobs and explains that they were just hiking along and all of the sudden Paco collapsed. That's it.
I keep it together and we drive separately up north to the vet. Kate is a minute ahead of me and when I pull in, they're already out front with a bag or litter or something, and her door is open.
I lose my shit. I haven't stopped crying for more than an hour in the past 12 hours. Some people have kids but I have dogs. This is the worst thing I've ever felt. I feel like my heart is buried in tar or something. Everything I do reminds me of Paco. I just got into bed and completely fell apart because he's not in his bed next to me. Tell me this gets better.
My vet has called twice today just to check in. He knew Paco because of the Valley Fever and from visits over the years. He said that due to the speed of death, it was likely either a blood clot, stroke or heart failure.
I'm sorry for the blog but I'm losing my shit and I need to hear that this gets easier or some shit.
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