Goodbye sweet Chloe...

Today, the wife and I lost one of the members of our family. After many visits to the vet, medications, and finally a surgery performed on Friday, we decided to let Chloe stop suffering, and we put her to sleep. Over the past month or 2, she had been sick several times, she got better, and then re-lapsed back into illness again, and last week, she had urinated on the floor, and it didn't look good. She had been losing weight again, and she was just not her sweet normal self. She didn't appear to be suffering, but she didn't look too well either. We entrusted her to our vet at All Pets hospital in Asheville, who gave her the very best care, but in the end, it was our vet's recommendation that we put her down. Biopsies had been sent out to see if she had lymphoma, but again, she was a sick little girl. We did get to go over to the vet today, and spent an hour and a half with her, rubbing her head, seeing if she would eat some food from us, and basically doting on her like we normally would. We spoke to the vet, and we decided, together, that the best thing to do would be to put her down, and end her suffering, and unfortunately knowing that even if we didn't put her to sleep, she would probably not recover, and she would probably not come home again. 

Chloe was a recent addition to our family. After our friends had a baby, they found out that their new child was allergic to cats. Of course, we decided that we would take her in, and make her at home in our house with our other 2 cats, and 2 dogs. She fit in pretty much from the start of things. She was a little shy at first, but after she got used to all of the new additional pets, she adapted quickly to the house. She enjoyed sitting on the back of the couch at night with us as we watched TV, and she loved to have her head scratched. Often at night, she would get into bed with us, and sleep basically on the top of our heads at the tops of our pillows, purring all of the time. She was doing that right up until the other day. She would chase paper balls through the house, and tackle our other cat when he wanted to play. We came to call her, affectionately, The Chubby Nub. Mostly, because she was a Manx cat, and she didn't have a tale. Chloe had little paws that sort of looked like a white rabbit's feet, and generally, she was just a super sweet, super nice cat, who we grew to love in a very short amount of time. Chloe truly enjoyed her life, and she enjoyed being around us, and the rest of our pets. We will miss her greatly, and will always cherish the time that we had with her, even though it was far too short. We love you Chloe and we'll miss you forever!