(When we first got her. Looks like a totally different dog)
After 11 years of being the best dog I will ever have, Chloe passed away on friday night. I begged Mark and MOm for years to get her. I worked every angle. Asking everywhere we went. It took a long time to convince mark to say yes. And I still remember that day, at the little league feild when he finally said yes. I was shocked. After all that, we ended up picking her up at the pound and bringing her home to a unsuspecting mom. Thankfully she fell in love with her too.
Apparently starting on tuesday she stopped eating and was getting really tired. My parents brought her to the vet who told us she has diabetes, really low blood cell counts, an infection, and something in her stomach. She had surgery to remove a tumor before, so it was probably another one. They wanted to put her down that day, but my mom knew i would be coming home saturday and told them no so that I could be there.
Unfortunately no one knew how sick she really was. She ended up passing away friday night sometime between 930 and 11. I hate that I didn't go home friday instead. I wish i could be there with her so bad. I hate that she died alone, in the dining room instead of at the vets with us all there for her. I hate most of all that I didn't get to have one last day with her. She just didn't deserve to die alone.
At the beginning of April I went home for a dentist appt and was going to leave after it was over. As I was walking out the door i looked over at her and just had this feeling that I needed to stay longer. That this could be the last time I saw her. So I did. I stayed, and gave her more treats. She was always loving her treats. That is probably how she got the diabetes and all her weight! So I stayed and pet her and took some pictures and just had a feeling. Well I ended up being right. I'm glad I decided to go back and she her again. I'm hoping that her last memory of me is the treats.
It was so weird going home on saturday morning and not having her at the door. I could always count on her being the first person to greet me whenever I came home. Wagging tail and everything. Automatically rolling on her belly for a rub. Instead I went to say by one last time, and get her tag. It really sucks losing both your childhood pets in one year. And it sucks even more that you weren't there for either of them on their last day.
Some of my favorite memories of her are:
- having her follow me every morning when i got up to get ready for school. Always coming out from under my bed, except that day she had puppies in the middle of the night!
-The first day we brought her home and all her fur. It was flying everywhere in the car. I was sure that Mark would see it all and turn around to give her back. Luckily he didn't.
-She never ever barked! It was so rare for her to bark at all. Of course there were some times where she would bark outside and not stop but they were very far between.
-Having to bring her home one morning after she followed me to the bus stop before school. She was always, always getting out and going for a fun run around the lake. I think that was one of her favorite things. Second only to treats.
She was just always always there with me. Wherever I sat, she sat next to me. Putting up her head to be pet, or talking to me like she always did. There are so many memories of her, and I just cant name them all.
I hate that shes gone. It's not fair and it is going to take me a long time to get past it if I ever do. I am not good with death at all. I miss her a lot. Going home is never going to be the same. She should be there.
(After a bath. Starting her weight gain...)
(She loved my cousins! and they loved playing with her)
(Too early even for her to get a treat. I made her play with me before Andy and I left for california in 07)
And here is chloe in her younger days with her bff Kasey (sarahs dog who sadly passed away as well) They were such good dogs together.
I love her, and miss her. And hate myself for not being there.
