It’s been hard to find the right words to say, but I have a caption from her second birthday over four years ago that encapsulates Noodle better than I am capable of at the moment. “two years ago today this little peanut was born. I picked her out of her litter because she was the only one trying to play when all her siblings were sleeping. I originally got her because Rudy was going down hill and I thought a friend would help (it didn't and he totally hated her lol). when I brought her home a month later she woo'd everyone who came in contact with her, and she hasn't stopped. noodle. or as my nephew calls her- noonel. noods. scooter. cheers to this little jungle book animal who wants to be friends with all the snakes, birds, bunnies, and squirrels she comes across- who thinks the tv is real and never begs for human food. from the moment I picked her out she has been full of love and life and has gotten me through a lot of stress and bull shit in mine. she is the most well-behaved, gentle, curious dog I've ever had, and it has been a pleasure to watch her little personality develop. (two months of sleeping on the floor crate training was worth it)” Anyone lucky enough to meet Noodle knows she wouldn’t hurt a fly. She would greet you with smiles and immediate belly rubs. She chased butterflies and gave kisses wherever she could. She was my little shadow. She hiked fourteeners, swam, paddle boarded, rafted, camped, hiked, road-tripped. She did everything and more to keep up with my lifestyle and I have no words to describe the devastation I am feeling. Friday, July 14th, we took two steps out of my moms house in Denver to head back to our home in Breckenridge, she picked up her paw, and before I could grab her a neighbors dog had ripped through its fence and off its leash and grabbed her. I jumped in immediately as it thrashed her twelve-pound body around. I was screaming loud enough for all the surrounding neighbors to run out as my stepdad got a chokehold on the dog to rip it off after about a minute. We didn’t know whose blood was what as we were both covered. She yelped nonstop just sitting by my side, wagging her tail and trying to kiss me, par to her sweet nature. Noodle had lived in the mountains with a life that was lived 90% off leash because not only was she well trained, but she was in an environment she was safe and trusted. She has never encountered a dog fight let alone an attack. We took her to the ER first. They sedated her right away saying they needed her to calm down to look at everything. Little did I know that would be the last time I saw her lucid. When they discharged her hours later they told my stepdad and me not to worry, to check in to her primary doctor in 7-10 days, and she would be groggy. We never saw the wounds, we never saw any photos that I now know they had. She was wrapped in light gauze with unstitched puncture wounds, due to the risk of infection. I pushed that she stay the night and they told us it wasn’t necessary. She was expected to make a full recovery according to them. We took her home and she stayed conscious but glossed over. No wags no real looking in my eyes. I couldn’t hold her because her wounds were all abdominal, so she stayed in her bed eyes open but no one home on my lap. About four hours after we got home Noodle had started erratically breathing and twitching. We were told due to the amount of drugs she was on this was normal, but I was shaking and crying watching her. She wasn’t getting better, she was getting worse. She had stopped breathing. My mom and Scott couldn’t accept it and demanded we take her back to the hospital. Before we could get her in the car I knew she had died in my arms. We spent the next two hours fighting with the hospital about her discharge and care. She will be sent off-site to get an autopsy, and I will be looking into what caused her death. Ultimately, she should not have been released from the hospital. I have sustained defensive wounds to my hands from trying to pry the dog's mouth open and off of Noodle's belly. The whole time she was at the hospital I was as well. I would have died for my dog and I think many of you know me well enough to know that, but I couldn’t save her and will never stop reliving watching this happen and being a part of a dog attack. There is not justice from the initial incident to the hospital treatment. The state will take care of my case against the dog and her owner. I will be pursuing negligence charges against the hospital. It’s going to be a long, hard journey. Over the last few days, I have learned that many cases like this end with no resolution or justice due to the law. Noodle had so much life to live. Thank you for your support and generosity, I will try to keep this page updated as well as my Instagram. Send Noodle a prayer today. The last day of her life was the most traumatic one she had ever experienced. Edit: As the legal cases proceed, I have to protect myself with many of the details becoming public knowledge. When they get to a place I can update with more information I will do so.
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