Unbelievably, tomorrow marks the five-week anniversary of our beloved Chloe earning her wings, and this is my first post since then. To say that we are still in shock, is an understatement. To say I lost some writing mojo is right on point. Chloe's acute liver failure came on so sudden...not a even a clue. Her annual spring bloodwork from two months prior was all good, as were our other three. So not only were we shocked by the news, but our vet was as well. So many of you have so thoughtfully reached out to us to ask us how we have been and how Harley, and Chloe's littermates sister Bandit and brother Wolf are doing, and we thank you so very much for all the kind words, sentiments, prayers, and images.
As when we lost Gibson back in 2015, the first couple of weeks were really the roughest on them (for Gib, it was very difficult for Harley, his bonded companion). With Chloe's loss, it is especially hard on her brother Wolf. He and his "twin" sis were pretty close. He has been hit with grief the worst, and his anxiety returned. Bandit, her sister and partner in crime (they were dubbed the "Tweedles"), has been anxious and sleeping in her spot in the corner under the kitchen nook table, and Harley meanders around table, walking in and out of Chloe's corner spot. While grieving myself, it's even harder watching the packmates grieve.
My grandson really helped to perk up the pups, and watching him interact with Harley, Wolf, and Bandit brought such proud joy to my heart. For the Fourth of July, we filled the FiveSibes' pool and my daughter bought our Huskies some new pool toys--squeaky "firecrackers" with hopes of getting them to play. My grandson hand delivered them to each of them saying, "Here you go. One for you...and one for you...and one for you!" The joy in the Huskies from my grandson hanging out and giving them new toys was priceless!
Treats, from special friends, like Sassy's Goodies (who also makes the Gib Nibs epilepsy fundraiser treats), also helped cheer up our grieving Huskies.
Some human little brother time, new toys, a little full-spectrum hemp oil, and lots of ice cream, pizza bones, treats, love, and patience...and I believe we are starting to adjust to that post-loss new norm.
For me, it's all so surreal. I still miss my beloved boy Gibson, and it's been almost four years since he crossed the Rainbow Bridge. While we are all adjusting to a new normal, yet again, Chloe's chatty presence is missed. There is a deafening quiet now when it is meal time as Chloe is not loudly alerting me a good half hour ahead of time by wooing and talking. (Oh, how she loved food!) She is not sitting with the other three, her pretty head perked in anticipation as her happy tail wagged while I prepare their meals. To say it is so strangely quiet here, is an understatement. Chloe was not everyone's cup of tea because she was so vocal, but I miss her voice. Our chatty, always happy, Chloe, with the tail that eagerly and always wagged, right up until the end.