It’s been a rough day at House Holo, y’all.
I took Nova to the vet this morning expecting to hear about early-stage kidney disease, but it turns out that between her two most recent checkups, she advanced from “let’s keep an eye on it” kidney stats to Stage 4 Kidney Disease, the physical symptoms of which have become increasingly obvious in the past week, like an awful string of falling dominoes.
The single worst part is that her spirit is still there. She still flicks her tail every time she hears her name, and her eyes still go wide and brilliant whenever Jacob and I come to pet her.
But her body is increasingly unable to keep up with her spirit, such that Jacob and I will soon have a decision to make.
For now, Nova’s getting all the sunbeams and scritches she desires.
But I already know my next book dedication:
“To Nova, in her next life.”