We lost our sweet Chloe yesterday to cancer. She was thirteen years old. She had not been herself since we lost Duncan. She wasn't eating well, very lethargic and over the weekend her breathing changed and she would not eat at all. I took her to the vet yesterday and after several tests and X-rays they discovered a large mass in her lungs and on her spleen. It was inoperable and at her age was not recommended. It was a very difficult decision, but one the doctor recommended. We brought her room so the girls could say good-bye; a decision I regretted at first. I could not have my children (one who wants to be a vet) thinking every time a pet leaves for the vet they die.
I am beginning to think the poet who said it is better to have love than lost was full of malarky. Soon, I will write Chloe's Story, but cannot quite yet.