Chloe's Rainbow Bridge Pet Loss Memorial

Welcome to Chloe's Rainbow Bridge Memorial Residency

Memories of Chloe

My sweet girl, I would have never thought to bring you home, but it was meant to be. I remember volunteering at the shelter in Carson and I had overlooked you like everyone else. Another volunteer scratched your head and told me to look at how you dug your face into her hand.I then started asking about another dog but I am so grateful that the dog found another home. A worker brought me you and told me that you were being bullied, you weren't eating and at 1 year old, there was a possibility of putting you down. From that moment,you touched my heart and so I agreed to bring you home. I tell you, bringing you home was the best thing that ever happened to me. I got so excited and bought you a huge bed and then you rarely used it. That first night with me you looked fragile and scared. You looked up at me, I picked you up and from then on we slept together day after day. Your name used to be Caramel but I changed it because I didn't think your owners before me were taking good care of you. I wanted to erase any bad memories you may have had. Two weeks in you finally barked and slowly you warmed up to my dad. Life was starting for both of us together.I remember your first little outfit. It was a pink tutu that said Princess on the back. You then outgrew it when you were no longer skin and bones. You grew to be the queen of my heart and this home that is now so empty without you.I remember showing you off and some people called you ugly but then all of a sudden everyone wanted to meet you and pet you. You tried your best to win everyone over no matter how mean they were. Eventually your enthusiasm and sweetness got to everyone. You would spin in circles and jump with your short little legs as high as you could. Your body was so little but you could light up a room. I remember when I would give you canned food or doggy ice cream you would hold on to the empty cans as much as you could. You world wrinkle your little nose and your big ears would go straight out to the side. You growled a lot and it's almost if we made it a game. I learned to pick you up by your ribs to be placed on the bed or couch and you knew it was the best way. You would turn around with your butt facing me and I would then pick you up. Then you would settle with your butt near my face and you would toot lol. Stinky little toots but because I love you so much, I didn't mind. We went hiking, for car rides, we would play together and I watched you tear toys apart. Then the cat came. Tinkerbell was tiny and you didn't like her. However, you two became friends quickly. One day you were locked in dad's room with the cat on accident and you and Tinky came out no longer fighting. You sure had a way to love unconditionally. You also let me put hats on you and you would lay down looking sad. I would take a picture and take it off after. You had sunglasses, clothes, a sweater, toys, treats and your bowl was always full. Soon I started giving you treats every single morning. It made me happy to see you so happy with those treats. Friends backstabbed me and you were the only that still stood by my side. You stayed with me if I was sick, sad or just needed sleep. The years went by and you slowly grew older until one day you stopped playing like you used to. You still wanted treats and you wanted to be with me or dad at all times. I prayed that time would go slower but eventually you really slowed down and I felt your time was coming. One day I saw you breathing through your mouth (3/6/2025) and I took you to the vet. Vet said you either had cancer or heart failure or possibly both. I cried my eyes out and begged for something to keep you alive so you could see pumpum again. On 3/28/2025, I took you to see him and that was the last time he saw you at the old folks home. You got better with the medication and I promised that when you felt better we would go to a doggy restaurant so you could eat. Monty's to be exact and I was never able to keep that promise. I thought you would be with me for more years. About a week and a half before you crossed I noticed you had lost a lot of weight and you were once again skin and bones. Your breath smelled really awful and poop came out black and runny. I prayed that this was something that could be fixed but then remembered the vets words. You looked so tired my little girl and so I sat with you, hugged you and held on to you as much as I could. Your eyes told me everything. You were leaving me. On the morning of 4/23/2025, I was with you until 2:30am and let myself take a nap. I woke up at 4:21am and went to check on you. You were on a towel and I was on the couch. I didn't feel your breath or heartbeat. You were warm but I finally realized you had left me. My world stopped that day. I wanted to hold you until your last breath but every day I've been upset that I feel asleep. I picked you up and held your body as it became stiff until 8pm that night when I let cremation services come get you. Days later, a tiny box with a handful of your cremains returned. I can now only hold you in one hand. Everytime I remember our good times I laugh and I cry. I wish you could have lived forever and ever. 14 years together was such a short time. I don't know how I'm going to keep going without you. I know you would want me to be ok but how could I? I hold you in my memories, my heart and you took a piece of my soul with you. At least you're no longer in pain. Thank you my best friend that I've ever had. Until we meet again, enjoy the rainbow bridge. Mommy will see you again someday and then we can laugh, play and be together forever. I love you more than I knew I could ever love.