Our hearts are broken. I have often related here about our sweet furry kid, Isabella, and how she always was an attentive audience when I would get the guitar out. Last night, we had to do the final (but so very hard) unselfish act to help our little furry girl have peace. Our sweet Izzy has had some medical issues over the past month which turned out to be cancer. We had a good day with her on Sunday, where she got to take one last walk outside, with the same joy and wonder as always. It was a very fast downhill after that. We had nine years with her... not enough, but we will treasure the memories and her adventurous spirit.
She traveled coast to coast to coast with us, by boat and motorhome. We were already retired when we rescued her nine years ago, so it has been the three of us through our travel adventures. She was so adaptable to all the new things and places she encountered.
We were enroute to Phoenix - earlier than we had planned, with the hope that an animal surgical specialist there could do something for her. We didn't make it that far, but found an emergency animal hospital in Tucson with a very kind and compassionate staff. Before taking her to the animal hospital, I played for her one last time. So very hard.
RIP Isabella
