The 3 P's are now the 2 P's. Poppy has gone to the bridge!

At 2:30 this morning, Patches barked to let me know that Poppy was sick. I got up, checked on Poppy and she was standing in the hallway. I asked all 3 if they wanted to go outside. All 3 went out, but Poppy wouldn't go down the steps. When Penny and Patches came back in, Poppy came too, but was very unsteady on her paws. I tried to get her to get back in her bed, but she wanted to come into the computer room instead.

About a half hour later, I heard a noise, so I got up to check on Poppy. She was stumbling around and trying to get to the back door. I picked her up and took her down the steps, but she wouldn't do anything. At that time, I made the decision to take her to the emergency vet. I carried Poppy back up the steps and laid her down by the door to the garage while I got dressed. I, then closed the gate between the living room and kitchen so Patches and Penny wouldn't escape while I took Poppy to the Tahoe.

While I drove her to the ER, she tried to lift her head several times and I kept petting her head and telling her it would be okay. I forgot to grab my cell phone, on the way out the door, so when we got there, I beat on the door and honked my horn. Finally, I saw an after-hours call button and just laid on it until I saw a person.

When the technician came out, he took one look at Poppy and said, "I think she's dying". He immediately took her inside, but by the time we got in there, she was gone. The vet came in and checked her and said she was definitely gone and his best guess was cancer. He told me that some canine cancers never show any symptoms until it's too late.

My question, right now, is: Just how much does God think I can take? They say God only gives you as much as you can handle, but right now, I'm thinking he's pushing it a little too far!

Rest in peace and find Dad at the bridge, my sweet Poppy!

Aire-hugs,
Lana (Mom to the now 2 P's)