Sometimes, hope, prayers, medicine and money aren't enough...
On December 15th, Chloe the Boxer Pup had her first of many "episodes" when she collapsed at routine veterinarian appointment.
The next few weeks were filled with increasing episodes for Chloe, a lot of concern and anxiety in our household, and sleepless nights as we watched Chloe like a hawk.
Because Chloe is a Boxer, the big assumption was a heart issue (which involved a visit to a canine cardiologist in Santa Barbara). But we felt she was actually having seizures, so we were given an RX for anti-seizure medication in mid-January.
The medication was working wonderfully, and her seizures stopped. We were filled with hope and relief.
However ...
Last night, Chloe wasn't acting like herself and her tummy was really distended, so we took her to the emergency vet again.
Unbeknownst to everybody involved, Chloe had a tumor on her spleen ... And it had ruptured, and was filling her stomach with blood.
A simple ultrasound told us what was wrong. But that ultrasound was too late.
We lost our beautiful, sweet Chloe last night. We are absolutely devastated.
So many big emotions over the course of 7 weeks, and a conclusion we just didn't expect because we thought she good because of the meds.
Chloe was our first Boxer and we loved her so very much. She was so snuggly and playful, and just wanted to be with her family ... All the time. She will be missed tremendously.
