I feel like my world has stopped turning. Our brave little butterfly, my best friend, gave no indication that she was sick until it was time to say goodbye. I’m shattered.
Vivaldi carried on as her usual self until last weekend. Saturday and Sunday brought sudden episodes of syncope and respiratory distress. The follow up visit to her vet revealed congestive heart failure and irregular blood work. We thought, with medication to keep her comfortable, we had a few more months together. I snuggled with Vivaldi on Tuesday evening, told her that I’d never ever be ready to let her go, and asked her to give me a sign when she was ready to move on. She suffered a terrible seizure on Thursday morning, followed by extreme respiratory distress. J and I knew we never wanted her to endure that pain and fear again. It was such a hard decision, but we had to let her go.
Vivaldi and I shared eleven years of friendship, and she meant more to me than even I realized until she was gone. A sensitive, well mannered, outspoken chow-hound, Vivaldi lived her life the way I want to live my own. She went after her passions with gusto, faced hardships with stoicism, and brought joy to everyone she met. She impacted my life profoundly, and as I held her close in her final moments, I thanked her for everything.