12/03/2025
It’s taken me a bit to gather the strength to write this, but we lost Narnia suddenly and unexpectedly. She was gaining ground and doing wonderfully, and then suddenly she was not. Despite all our efforts, she could not recover from the episode and I had to give her freedom.
All this happened as we continued to get results back saying everything we tested for was normal, although despite everything she continued to decline. The lesions we found in her brain must have been an autoimmune disease that we never got to the bottom of, but her siblings dying suddenly told a story that no matter what we did, we were fighting a battle of severe congenital issues. Doesn’t make the loss any easier.
My heart is truly broken. I absolutely adored this little party hat puppy. She was dealt a rotten hand and yet still tried so hard to make the most of it. In her time with us she got woods walks, play with friends, so many water bowls to dig in, and endless snacks and love. She was so incredibly loved.
I want to thank all the vets who helped us, and me, through the last few weeks and especially the last few days. The late night calls, the adjustment of meds, the cheerleading and everything else. Narnia had an entire community of incredible vets trying for her, and I couldn’t have asked for more. Even at the end, she was supported so she didn’t suffer or struggle anymore.
I hope she gets to come back again. Healthy, happy, full of all the naughtiness she should have, and actually get to do everything she should have. If she does, I hope she finds me. I’ll be waiting anxiously.
I love you Narnia. So much. Be good baby, come back.
