Tonight we learned that Clarabelle has metastatic cancer. She was not improving on the medication, although the diuretics cleared up her chest and lungs enough to get a good x-ray. The x-ray today showed a number of large masses in her abdomen and lungs.
Sadly, her mother died of liver cancer when she was just nine. Clara is only eight, which is far too young to leave this life. But she is starting to waste away from not eating. We have been feeding her through large oral syringes, thinking that the antibiotics were making her have an upset stomach. Now we know that there is nothing to be done but to let her go tomorrow.
We have an appointment in the afternoon to have her euthanized. We did some extraordinary things to keep her mother going, but I don't think it was in her best interest. This time, we decided not to prolong the inevitable. I realize that dogs are so special. I wish that we had more time to have her with us. But that would be selfish.