Well, Chloe was set to have her tumor removed on the 30th, but I came home from Kentucky to an extremely ill Chloe. There is no way she can make it through the surgery, and if she did, the illness would take her after surgery. Instead of surgery, she will be put to sleep. I don't even want to think about the suffering she is going through, I feel horrible, I wish I could take the pain from her and suffer it myself. I was really looking forward to having the tumor removed so she could live a normal life until the end. I guess I set my hopes too high.
She has been in the "rat hospital" cage for a little over a week and she can barely walk, her hair is on end, there is blood near her eye (I think she scratched it), she can barely drink, and she can barely eat. She looks terrible. I was so afraid this was going to happen. My dad did a wonderful job caring for her while I was gone, he finger fed her, held the water bottle so she could drink easier, cleaned her cage, etc- I am glad she got good care while I was gone.
I just hope she knows how much I love her and how sorry I am that she had to deal with this damn tumor. I wish the tumor could feel pain, I would make sure it suffered for making my Chloe suffer.
I don't want to say good-bye, I just got home, and already I have to ready to say good-bye to her again, but this time forever. At least her sister (along with the other ratties) will welcome her and keep her company up there until I get up there to care for them again.
I'm so sorry Chloe, I love you.
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