The day has come, and way too early, might I add. So for years now, before we had kids, we had a beautiful Pit Bull named “Lola.” She has been with us for about six years, almost 7. On November 22, 2020, the good Lord called ole Lola home. To this day, when someone brings her up, I get a little teary-eyed. Don’t judge me I loved the hell out of that dog. Also, Lola was like my pre-daughter daughter, so it still fits into being a dad, a dog dad LOL.
Just in case I get to rambling on about her too much. To the main point, Baby Girlz has been asking about Lola more and more lately. We have been telling her she had to go to the doctor, but even a toddler knows you don’t just live at the doctor. I wouldn’t know where to begin to try to explain to her exactly what death is. Death is all around on television movies even on Disney nowadays. So for your child to be right there and have to understand what it actually means is a different story.
I mean, for at least right now, I can hope for the best, and maybe she won’t remember, and it fades away. Until the day it comes up again, hopefully at a more mature age and level. It is unbelievable that she just told me I miss Lola as I write this. It makes me think one day she either is gonna ask, “Hey, why Lola never came back from the doctor?” or figure out she is dead before I get to tell her. I figure this is tough for every parent, but if you veteran parents out there have some advice after finishing this read, please share with me and anybody else reading.
So, for now, Lola will be jumping from doctor to doctor but will always live on in our hearts. Sometimes I will see people walking their dogs or even seeing dogs at doggy daycare still brings back memories. I remember one day the “Warden” tried to walk Lola but on her bike let’s just say we found who was the ” Big Dawg” that day. I know Pit-Bulls usually get a bad name for being aggressive but Lola was a sweetheart. She would be all bark then soon as you got close she would whimper for affection.
Unfortunately, when Lola passed, she was sick, but we didn’t know she was that close to death that we wouldn’t be able to ensure her peaceful homegoing. That is the one thing I regret and wish I could have prevented. Lola was a great dog even though we bumped heads because she was spoiled, just as my ladies are now. I remember I used to carry her like a puppy till she was like 20 something lbs. LOL. Hey, but “All Dogs Go To Heaven. ” Keep being a dad and keep it trendy.