Oh, dear. Poor you, and poor Chloe.

The hardest part of loving little friends
Is that their flames, though bright
Flicker out too soon.

Their delicate paw prints
Stay on our hearts
Longer by far than
Their whole span of time on Earth.

But they know, must know they must
How fiercely we love them
And that love will carry them
Straight to the happy fields at the Rainbow Bridge
And someday, with us, to heaven.

What Chloe knows and always knew, more than pain, more than hunger, more than anything, is that you love her.