Back in 1993 Tammy and I went to PetSmart one day to get some cat food. As we walked in, we noticed that they were doing dog adoptions, so we decided to go over and have a look. We were just looking. They had several cute dogs who all needed a home, but we already had two cats and that was enough. Until I came to the last crate. In it was a small, black Terrier-ish dog with big, brown eyes and an enormous pink bow around her neck. I opened the crate, just to pet her, and when I did, she literally lept into my arms and started licking my face. After a few seconds of this, I turned to look at Tammy through the glass; she was already filling out the adoption paperwork.
As we talked to the people there (from Friends of Animals, BTW) it turned out that this dog was not supposed to be there that day. Some monster had slowed down on Hwy. 78 (7 lanes) and tossed this beautiful 6 month-old puppy out into traffic. Luckily, some other motorist saw what happened and was able to pick her up before she got hit. This person took her to PetSmart and the FoA people took her. That’s how we ended up with her.
She was one of the sweetest creatures I’ve ever met.
About six weeks ago, our vet diagnosed her with cancer. Her lymph nodes around her throat were expanding, and he told us that she had a month, maybe two, at the most. He gave us prednezone to help with the pain, but as old as she was, chemotherapy would most likely kill her. He said to just keep her comfortable.
She did OK for a while, but the last week or so, we could tell the end was near. Her tail didn’t wag as much, she didn’t always eat, and her breathing was getting more labored. Her nodes were so swollen that it felt like she had a bag of marbles under her throat. Getting her to take a pill was always hard, but it was doubly so now. When we could get the pills into her, she would generally have a good day, but not always. Tuesday, she had a great day. She actually played in the yard, nom-nomed her food like nobody’s business, and generally seemed happy. But yesterday, we knew.
Or rather, we thought. It’s really hard to know when it’s time for that final trip to the vet.
Her breathing had been getting worse all day. She wasn’t resting. She would either walk around, or just stand, with her head pointing up, to make it easier to breathe. Last night around 10:30, Tammy and I talked about what to do, with Chloe just lying there, not really paying attention. She alternated between looking scared and looking totally out of it. We decided it was time.
I called Thomas into the room and told him that I had to take Chloe to the vet, and that she probably wasn’t going to be coming home. Understandably, he didn’t take it well. He’s had three cats, two fish and a snail die on him, and he wasn’t ready to have Chloe leave him, too. After he and Tammy were done saying goodbye, as done as they could be, I bundled Chloe up and took her to the emergency vet.
After examining her for a couple of minutes, the vet told me that Chloe’s chest was full of fluid and that I probably knew what the answer was. I agreed, sadly, and ten minutes later our Chloe left us.
I believe that she is running, barking and chasing other dogs, cats and bunnies right now, in perfect health and happiness. I believe that after leaving my arms, she was soon met by our cats Nikki, Lukie and Abby, and that they are swapping slobber and stories and once again having a grand old time together. Thomas believes that, too, though it’s little consolation to him right now.
Goodbye, Chloe. We love you.
7 thoughts on “R.I.P. Chloe Gibson – You Were A Good Dog”
My thoughts and prayers are with you, Tammy and Thomas today.
I’m crying like a baby here at work….
Yeah, I shed a few tears while writing it, too. 😦
It’s tough when you lose a pet. I’m sorry about Chloe, but I’m thankful you had so many good years with her. We’ll be thinking about all of you today.
I know how it feels Joey and I’m crying right now. Your story brought back so many memories. You and your family have my sympathy too. My beloved Shih Tzu, Little Buddy was with me for 16 years. I had an appointment to take him to the vet in the morning, but he passed in the early morning hours. I knew it was his time, but that doesn’t make it easier. I still miss him every day and It’s been over two years now that he’s been gone. I have two cats who are a joy, but I’ll never get over missing him. Someday I’ll get another dog, I’m just waiting for the right time. It will come as it did when I got him and when I got the cats. Hang in there. You were blessed by his love and he by yours and that never dies.
Joey I was really sad for you when I read this. When I grew up we took in two Siamese cats (sisters) when I was about 4. They lived until i was 21. One died of cancer and the other died of a broken heart. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever went through because they were family just as much as any of my other family.
Sounds like the universe had a plan for you and that dog that day in 1993 and it sounds like you both had a good 15 years together. Hope your son is doing better now because I know its really hard for kids too.
Thanks to all of you. We’re doing much better, though we all three still get hit by reminders of Chloe that give us momentary sadness. Tammy found a bunch of old pictures of Chloe the other day that made all of us smile. I will scan in some of them soon and post them on Flickr. Stuff like that helps.
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