She had stopped eating last night and turned her nose up at her favorite treat, liverwurst, this morning. We were a bit concerned that her joints were acting up. This afternoon, when I came home, I could see she was really hurting so I rushed her to the vet.
Some X-rays ruled out any skeletel issues and she had pain in her belly when the doctor pressed on it. I knew, deep down inside, it was bad.
Blood tests and then an ultra sound confirmed the bad news, she had cancer in her pancreas, lungs as well as a tumor on the side of her heart. Marti rushed down as soon as she could to be with me at the vet's office. Even though the doctor was very good and very comforting, I had to send Marti home in tears and then sign the required papers.
Zoe turned and looked me in the eyes as the vet led her away, showing her faithful love to the very end.
It was very, very hard. We're watching a recording of the Royal Wedding to get our minds off Zoe.