That morning I stepped into a soaked, squishy, sweltering puddle, and I shrieked. From the corner of my eye, I spied my grown seven-year-old dog Lola staring at me with an I -did- something- awful look. “Lola! Did you pee in my room?” I whispered while yelling all at the same time . Lola sat there wagging her tail slowly and timid. I knew it could have only been her. I mean Bailey doesn't go in my room - Lola is the only animal in there at night. Something is wrong I thought. That afternoon Lola didn’t take any tours to the water bowl. Concerned about that, I broke the news to my Dad. “ Lola hasn’t taken a drink of water all day.”
“Don’t worry Morgan, She’ll have to sometime today.” My Dad exclaimed. Okay-Lola would have to drink water today. I mean…show more content… Lola hasn’t had a drop of water on her dry tongue. I finally got worried. My parents finally realized too that Lola hasn’t been drinking water lately. My dad formed an appointment for the vet. Lola was dropped off at the vet and my family and I drove home. Couple hours have gone by and we all took a trip down to the Allenwood Animal Vet. There is Lola barging through those big silver swinging doors.
I notice something strange about Lola, she had a shaved stomach. The nurse walked my family and I to one of the rooms with Lola. The vet was babbling about animal things that I don’t understand, nor what she’s talking about.
I listened carefully making sure nothing could interrupt me. “There is a slight chance Lola could have cancer in her bladder. We don’t know what it is yet, but we need to take some tests.”
My heart broke. I heard my heart snap. It had felt it fall down a far cliff. How can I live without her? I thought. I didn’t want to cry in the room, well guess what happened. I cried. I sobbed quietly into my dad's shirt knowing that it would leave huge wet marks on his shirt. “It’s going to be okay….” My dad whispered quietly into my hair. Lola, my family and I sped