Dear Dave,

 

Horrific week, this week.  Monday we took Emma to the vet after a few bad days of her being very guarded and withdrawn.  She bounced back before the weekend, then seemed to feel sick again.  We got the horrible diagnosis of spleen cancer, with options that didnt really seem right or fair - testing and surgery.  

The prognosis was bad, and we left feeling horrible and sad, but at least she seemed ok, and we could have plenty of time to spoil and love her.  I was thinking we probably had until June?

Next few days were more regular with her.  We slowed her down and just loved on her, and she was stable and ok.

Then Wednesday night, at the studio, she really went downhill fast.  Unable to stand, and visibly in distress.  I feared the worst, think she had passed away.  I got her up and out of the studio, walking a bit, but she was not mobile again when we arrived at the car. 

Got her home, and spent the night by her side - looking for places to take her if she passed away overnight.  So scary and sad.  The morning came, we called the vet, and we put to sleep at 11:30, April 16, 2026.  She would have been 9 in June.