Chloe and Layla: A Love Story
by Bobbie Jo
I have had the good fortune to love and be loved by two wonderful Yorkshire Terriers. They were both very different but both were my best friends and true companions.
Chloe was my first and I had her for 16 years. She was diagnosed with renal kidney failure & I was advised to put her down but just could not do it. She lasted about two weeks. Refusing food I tried to feed her with a syringe. I know I should have let her go but I just couldn't. She died at home, in her sleep. I was broken hearted & I never really got over it. It took me six years to get my little Layla. What a happy day. She stole my heart and I was so happy I could not figure out why it took me so long to find another friend. I just knew that I would have a long happy life with her. It was not to be. She was just shy of her 4th birthday when I noticed her being a little clumsy. This went on for a week & so I made a vet appointment. The day I made the appointment she was fine & he was seeing her the next day. The next day she ran into a wall & she was blind in one eye. I took her in & he did blood work, glaucoma tests etc. Nothing showed up in the tests. He thought it may have been cushings. As soon as we got her home from the vets she started tilting her head & circling. So back to the vets. Neurological we thought but without an MRI we could not be sure. Very expensive so my vet suggested putting her on Predasone which is the course of treatment anyway. Four days later no change, no better, no worse. I was going crazy with worry & researching the internet. We finally took her for the MRI. We live in the middle of nowhere so we had to drive 3 hours. She did not do well the first hour of the trip but I managed to calm her down. But this place was the best, 3 neurologists on staff and we would find out that day. When the results came back we were in shock. She had "Necrotizing Menengoencephalitis". The doctor said it was fatal. She had so many lesions on her brain it was amazing she wasn't seizing. My husband and I decided to let her go. She wasn't in pain yet but she would be. I have been beating myself up because I was suppose to protect her. According to the experts I did the right thing but it does not make me feel any better. I waited so long for Layla and I only had 4 years and I get angry. So many tears and heartache & I miss her so badly. I was there with her and it killed me. I know it will get better but I also know it never totally goes away.
It is a genetic disease that has a quick onset so as soon as I saw the first sign I took her in. Such a terrible disease for such a beautiful little dog & I question why.
I sympathize with all who have lost a dear friend & reading the letters helps me to know I am not alone. I hope my letter helps someone also.
There is a quote on this site by "Freud" I loved. So true. Peace to my "Little Lion".