Submitted by Patty Wood
I just lost my 6 pound chihuahua to this horrible cancer.
She had been acting a bit strange for about two weeks. She was not eating as well, she seemed to want to hide behind the furniture. She was just not her self. But she still went out in yard with my other two chihuahuas and enjoyed sniffing around.
I made a vet appointment for Thursday to just check her out.That was the beginning of the end. Her spleen was greatly enlarged. She had X-rays, ultrasound and blood work. Nothing could be seen on the scans. Aspiration of the spleen showed infiltrated histiocytic cancer. Surgery was not an option.....
I took little Belle home. Friday was just a nightmare as her breathing became more labored. I decided to put her down. As I approached the vets office and pulled into the parking lot, I talked to my son Andy who had passed away. I asked him to please take little Belle and care for her. Then my friend also asked Andy to take care of Belle.
We went in to the exam room and waited. The vet came in and talked a little. As I held little Belle I felt a sudden peacefulness. She died in my arms. No shot needed. She left on her own time. I believe my son came to welcome her.
I miss her terribly but take comfort in knowing she is with my beloved son.
I was told by two vets that this is the most horrible, aggressive kind of cancer.
Thank you for the opportunity to tell Belle's story.