We had been noticing that Chloe was losing weight for the past year or so. This summer the vet switched her food because honestly I thought she was just getting sick of her food. She seemed way more interested in other dogs' food so we thought it was a taste thing. That went okay for awhile and then she got sick of that too. I took her in November 1st for a weight check. The vet decided to do a blood draw, but was pretty sure nothing was wrong with her. She was bouncing around the vet like a puppy and was super happy. Well, the blood work came back that she had kidney disease. We switched up her diet 6 times over the next 6 weeks....she would like it for awhile and then refuse it after a week or so. We also started giving her an antacid. She did pretty well over the next weeks and we were just hoping to keep her eating and happy. When I would take her into the vet they would tell me that she did not act like a typical "kidney" dog because they are normally very depressed.
Fast forward to last Sunday. She had been puking up food once every few days, but nothing super regular and she has always been a puker. She started throwing up all of the food she was eating and then on Tuesday started refusing food all together. I took her in Thursday. She was still acting okay...not tons of energy, but was excited to go in the car in the morning and stuff like that. When we got to the vet, she had lost another couple of pounds since the last visit. They drew some blood and then we made a plan for how to get her to eat with meds. After that, her blood work came back and the numbers were through the roof. They had quadrupled since November 1st. We still had a tiny bit of hope that she would take the meds and hold on for a little longer. She refused the meds that night and again Friday morning and that's when we decided it was time. From that point Friday morning until Saturday morning at 10:00am, Chloe went way downhill. I could not believe it. It was almost like her way of making sure we knew we were doing the right thing. Saturday morning when she went outside to go to the bathroom, she laid down in the snow (-12F) and couldn't get back up. Chris had to carry her back in. We all said our goodbyes (heartbreaking) and then Chris took her into the vet. He said it was a really nice set up for her, he had some private time, he brought her bed for her to lay in and had a really peaceful experience.
We will miss her so much. We got her on December 15th, 2004. 12 years to the day that I took her into the vet. Chris wanted a dog and I wanted something to take care of. I saw a picture of a golden puppy in a downy ad and told Chris that's what I wanted. We picked her out of a litter of (I think) 11 goldens. She was born on a farm in Milan, Illinois. I remember painting one of her nails so that we could identify her when we came back to get her a week or so later. She lived in Moline, Cedar Falls, Dubuque and of course Edmonton. She loved all people...but of course her family the best. The anxious look on her face when we would get ready to leave somewhere and she didn't want to be left behind was both heartbreaking and heartwarming. She was patient, gentle and loyal...basically the three traits you hope/wish for in a family dog.
I have literally hundreds of photos of her. The reason? She was everywhere we were. If the kids were outside having a lemonade stand, she was there. Wrestling? She was there. Playing in the snow, she was there. Eating, drinking, sleeping, playing, watching tv, driving, walking, watching soccer, opening presents, cooking, cleaning, etc. SHE.WAS.THERE. The list could go on and on. The other reason I have so many pictures of her is because she was so damn cute.
It's weird because at this very moment, the things that drove me crazy about her are the things I'm missing the most. The fact that we could never put anything on "her chair", the sound of her claws on the wood floor when you're in the basement, the dripped water all over my kitchen, the constant swiffering (btw..I'm going to sell my stock in swiffer now):)There is so much more and I know and trust that we'll think of her often.
Chloe was my first dog (I need to finish up here because the tears are welling...) but hopefully not my last. Man oh man I loved that girl. I planned to write more about the kids and everything, but I can hardly write about myself let alone my precious kiddos and their relationships with their dog. Maybe someday I'll be ready! For now...a few pics:)

