
She waited for me twice. The first time is from Kazan. We arrived, spent the night, and I rushed to my mother after the girl. She felt great. Returned home. After an hour and a half it became bad. We are in the clinic. Already when they got out of the car, she lay in her arms, like a dry leaf - weak, paws and ears hang, the heart barely works. Reception, ultrasound. And the diagnosis is a rupture of the pericardium, heart bleeding. Almost a verdict. The doctor said that she would understand if we do not fight.
- We will. She has a fighter.
I believed. And left her at the hospital. There is almost no pressure. The temperature has fallen. Doctors said that they would do everything. At ten o’clock in the evening - a call from the clinic. The dynamics is negative. Malvinka is already on Ivl. Without consciousness. There is no chance.
“If we turn it off from the apparatus, she will immediately leave.” Disconnect?
- Disconnect.
I said that. The doctor still said something about the fact that this is right. That as a specialist she fully supports. And something else. But I almost never heard anything. I ate all the valerian in the house - in tablets and drops. I got a roll of toilet paper on the handkerchiefs. I wrote to those who had to. I set the last few photos from the phone. The eyes were no longer closed, swollen. Mom called Vovin. He was in the kitchen. He told her that now it is better to leave me alone. After some time, a call again. After a while, Vova comes to the room.
- They called from the clinic. They turned it off the apparatus. I didn't want to tell you, but I should. She is still breathing. But in a coma. There is no chance. They ask if we agree to euthanasia. It is necessary to let go of the dog.
At this moment I am already ... I don’t know how to describe what is happening to me. Vova goes to the kitchen to call. I barely get out of bed, weave in the kitchen. And I hear in the tube:
- Will you come to say goodbye?
- Vova, yes. We will go. Tell me that they will go.
The clinic is asked to hurry: it can leave at any moment. We put the battery. We smear the car. We are going. The horse dose of sedatives has already begun to act. We go. We undress. We go to the hospital. We are met by a doctor. Her shift has ended for two hours how.
Malvinka is connected to any devices. Pressure. Pulse. Oxygen. But she ... came into consciousness. She raises her head. Trys to look at me. From behind the doctor's voice.
- The dynamics are positive. We have connected oxygen. You can’t rejoice. The condition is unstable, but it came out of a coma.
And something else. And yet. About blood clots. About the temperature. About the kidneys. I whisper mallin in my ear. I whisper what all these year and a half had told her endlessly. That I love her very much. That I love her most. That she should try. She hears me. She is alive.
We cannot stay with her. In the case of deterioration, our presence will interfere with resuscitation measures. That now nothing depends on us or the doctors. What you need to sleep. What will be called in the morning. Wait for the call.
We leave the clinic, and I begin to laugh hysterically. I can't stop. It just never happens. Can't be. This is some kind of sur. This will to life - beyond my line, ours and even understanding doctors. The knees dance Krakowyak. I shakes me. I'm laughing. And I do not allow myself to think about anything. You can’t hope. It is forbidden. It is forbidden. But I, of course, I hope. A dog returning from behind the edge. Because of the limit.
It turns out to fall asleep for a while. In the morning I am waiting for a call. At the beginning of the ninth, they called.
Two hours after we left, Malvinka had a heart stop a second time. Resuscitation measures were unsuccessful.
Now I think that if I stayed with her ... if I whispered in a velvet ear. Stroked on the head. If it were nearby. I understand that there is no sense in these thoughts. They only do worse and more painful. That the big heart of this little brave girl has developed its entire resource. And even more than the whole. That yesterday we became witnesses impossible. Which almost happened.