We told her he’d be right there to get them and that WE would bring Boris to the clinic. When we saw Boris we were all shocked, he had lost about ten pounds, was breathing heavy and was despondent… no hello’s, no tail way… nothing.
We rushed him to the Emergency Clinic where they examined him and took X-Rays of this chest and lungs. The Vet asked if he could send the X-Rays to a Radiologist to confirm his diagnosis and of course we said yes!
After about thirty minutes, the Vet told us that Boris had bi-lateral pneumonia and a pulmonary hemorrhage… he was coughing up blood and liquid every few minutes…

Let me tell you a little about my Boris… Boris was the stinkiest, dirtiest, drooliest and droopiest beast you could ever imagine and I LOVED him deeply. Boris pushed my limits of “dirt acceptance” and helped me accept the fact that my home is going to get mud tracks and drool spatter no matter how much I resisted it. He blew my heart right open and now there is a huge hole without him.
I have been sobbing on and off for days since this happened… I keep telling myself that I should stop being so silly… that parents are burying their children and that is far, far worse. I keep trying to “get over it”… and I can’t, not yet.
I keep trying to find the reason why this happened to me… to my sweet Boris… and I can’t.
What could I possibly learn from this devastating sadness?
What is the lesson in this pain?
I found myself getting angry at God and immediately after those thoughts, I felt like a spiritual failure… ME, LISA MARIE SHOULD KNOW BETTER!!! I mean I teach this shit!
And then it began to dawn on me… the lesson is acceptance… even when you don’t want to. No, ESPECIALLY when you don’t want to.
Don’t get me wrong, I am totally pissed that Boris did not live his life to a ripe old age, I am soooo PISSED that the boarding facility didn’t bring him to the Vet sooner and allowed his condition to worsen to the point of no return, and I am PISSED that I didn’t get another day to lay with him, cuddle him and quite frankly have the gift of ranting and raving about what a dirty beast he was!
My spiritual work is to accept and transmute this situation… but at the moment I can help but feel that Boris has been taken – STOLEN from me!
My dear friend Stacey Martino sent me a text yesterday that really helped me. She lovingly told me that “Boris was called home… and that as his Mama I had to be strong and allow him to go back home to Source.” 
(I wept typing Stacey’s words)
I know she’s right and I am working on it… because I know that through acceptance and allowance I will heal.