Chloe came into our lives when my childrens Daddy left us. She was a member of our family, but she was my daughters baby. A beautiful little red Dachshund with sad brown eyes. All she knew was love. When she was six weeks old, my daughter carried her in her pocket everywhere she went. She looked like a picture of health, but something was just not right with our Chloe. She began to have seizures, and was diagnosed with epilepsy. We would pick her up and hold her and love her until the tremors subsided. We were sure they would become more frequent and more severe...we were told that...but they didn't. Instead, one day Chloe seemed dis-oriented. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing. We held her and loved her until her fear went away. We took her to our Veterinarian and we were told that she probably had a back injury and she would get better slowly. I didn't believe it. She walked slow and haltingly like an old old woman, and her breathing was shallow. She slept with us all, indiscriminantly, and occasionally during the night she would yelp with pain coming from somewhere. We didn't know what was wrong. She didn't get better. We held her and loved her when she hurt. On the day she was the worst, I woke up to find her drooling on my nightgown. She was feverish, and I called the vet again to bring her in for an emergency call. We never made it. She died in my sons arms as he held her and loved her as she died. Her soft brown eyes never left my face. She just stopped, and my heart broke in two. We buried her in a cemetary we have made for our pets. We have flowers and a sweet little stone we had made for her. We are going to put a small bridge there to remind us of the 'Rainbow Bridge' we will some day cross together.