My darling Petunia died unexpectedly at home on Sunday.
She had pulmonary hypertension that resulted in fainting spells since May. We went to our regular vet as well as the University of Florida's vet school to see a cardiologist. Pulmonary hypertension is a symptom of something else, something we weren't able to figure out yet. I don't know if this is what took her life or if it was the primary disease. It wasn't supposed to be fatal. I can't explain it. I don't understand it. I never will.
Other than the fainting episodes, she was her normal, perky self. Her birthday was just a few weeks before and she ate her birthday bacon like a true pug.
Tallulah and I are left to mourn her. Tallulah is coping better than I expected since my girls had never been separated for more than a night. She does know that Petunia is gone. Our meal time ritual was that the girls went into their crates, I popped in the bowls and latched the doors. Once both were finished, I would open the crates. They would race to the other's crate to make sure no morsel was left. Sunday night, I opened Tallulah's crate and she didn't race to Petunia's crate. She walked around the ottoman, saw the empty crate and just stood there for a minute.
I've been going through pictures for this post and so many of them are of both girls. My heart is breaking for me and for Tallulah. Her partner in crime is gone.
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I will miss her for the rest of my life. She was my smiley pug. She was on my lap or shoulder whenever she could be. She was my social pug who greeted strangers while Tallulah hid behind my legs. I loved this pug and her sister so much. It hurts so much that she is gone.
