Come Home Mom

We were in Japan when the call came.

Bella wasn’t herself. She wasn’t eating. She wasn’t playing. She didn’t even want to go out. Nishtha and Timse decided to take her to the vet and told us they’d keep us updated.

When the platelets went down again, I felt my heart drop — but I held on to hope. She had recovered before.

Then came the next call.

There was blood in her urine.

Nishtha said quietly, “Aunty… maybe she would feel better if you were here.”

Ria and I didn’t think twice. We cut the trip short and flew back to San Jose.

They told us not to panic. That she was weak. That we should be prepared.

But nothing prepares you.

When I saw Bella lying in her pink cozy bed, I expected her to move. To wag her tail. To jump — even just a little.

She looked at us.

And then she lowered her head.

No energy. No spark. Just those eyes, still watching us.

We carried her home. We cried the entire way.

Aaryan flew in from LA the moment he heard.

The vet had told us to feed her as much as possible — she wasn’t eating or drinking on her own. We tried.

An hour later, Timse tried to take her out to pee.

It was blood.

Everywhere.

I called Ratul-her vet, and explained everything.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Take her to the emergency. Now.”