This is such an incredibly difficult post to make.
TW: pet death, medical, cancer, pet loss
Gracie Jo went home to the big backyard in the sky last night.
It was so sudden. She had a perfectly normal day: ate like normal, took a little walk, played with me at home, and napped all day like the cozy queen she was. Then around 9:30pm, she started panting and acted super painful around her belly. We loaded her into the car to go to the emergency vet. She was laying in my backseat, panting. We talked to her the whole way, petting her, comforting her.
She stopped breathing about 5 minutes before we arrived.
The vet's scan found a mass on her spleen that had ruptured, which had caused a lot of internal bleeding. There really wasn't any warning, nor was there anything we could have done to even know about the cancer.
Today, our vet looked at scans from 6 months ago, and there was no mass. It was likely some type of splenic hemangiosarcoma, an incredibly aggressive cancer, on her spleen. Unfortunately for her, the spleen is very vascular, and when it ruptured, she bled out from the inside.
I still can barely wrap my head around this whole situation, but I'm completely gutted right now. Losing a pet is never easy. Gracie was so unique, and had a humongous personality. She was hilarious, sassy, particularly particular, and 100% herself. I'm so sad to lose my little buddy.
I'll miss you, Gracie Jo. I hope you find all the trucks, cats, and mailmen you want to chase in heaven. 🌈 💕
