I knew from the moment I met her that she could win.
And she did. Four months later, my veterinarian said he was tickled. Her abscess was gone and the only evidence left was a small ridge on her lower left jaw where the growth had broken her bone and healed over, leaving a "bump of victory" as I thought of it.
Flash back to 3 weeks ago. We were sitting in the car talking about the success of Lu's first abscess, and her second abscess, and how the treatment had given us an extra two years with her. She now had another facial abscess developing where her first one had stopped. But in that time, she was getting into trouble, binkying everywhere, enchanting our new friends, and being perfect the way she had always been. I told my husband that Lu better live forever, because I don't know what I'd do without her.
Two weeks later, on a Friday evening, she fell on her side and began to shake. In that moment, I knew what was happening. I fell to the floor and picked up her shivering body, holding her close to my heart for only a few seconds before I felt her become limp in my arms. I screamed at Nate to call our veterinarian and he looked at me with confusion, frustration, and something I can't describe with any other word than lost. It was past hours, and nobody was there. She was gone.