Welcome back to Philosophy of Life. My name is Rosa San Jude. This episode is a I would call it a special episode. It's deeply personal. It's about it is about a dog who changed my life forever. Some people, or maybe I should say, some soul, came to our life for a reason. Chloe was one of them. She came to heal us. She came to help us go through the most difficult time of our life. An animal who understood life better than many human ever known. A story that must be told because what happened to her should never happen again. And it's the only way we make sure that is repeated again and again. To remember and remind us to everyone to stand firm against cruelty, against negligence, against those who thread loves as a transaction. This is for Chloe and for all the souls like her. Exactly one year ago, October 17, at ten or ten. In the morning, we lost Chloe. For a long time I didn't want to remember. Not because I didn't love her, but because remembering meant relieving those last days. And those last days were unbearable. She was old, yes, she was sick, yes. And then we knew she's dying. But what made it so hard that was deep down I didn't believe it. I thought we could help. I thought we love an effort could somehow change the fate. So we research and find a specialist. So called specialist. He spoke with confidence, that kind that Miku want to believe. He said she's going to make it, she will be living another year or two. And you will be bringing it back for other issues you may have next two years or so. And that was all we need to hear. We want hope. And he sold it to us. He sat on the ground beside Chloe, pretending to care, pretending to understand. Even though the nurse asks us how much credit found do you have on your credit card? It should be alarmous. But we didn't want to see it. We may maybe want didn't want to see it. That afternoon they called us. So we were happy. We drove fast from Alexandria to their office in Vienna. We wanted to see her again. When we arrived, she didn't recognize us. She was draggling, shaking, empty. We paid them, and only then they said you should take her to a hospital. Then we said emphasize it in the morning that she will not stay in hospital. She is going to die in hospital. And then she said, uh, this is just a normal process. What is it? I asked, what is it? She's okay. And then she says, Oh, my dog who I spent$9,500 for back operation died after a few days. I just ignore her. She looked like uh trying to create uh readiness environment for us. And we didn't want to believe it, or they shouldn't done that. They shouldn't have this operation if she they believe that it's gonna harm her in the last few days she had. For two days she couldn't eat or drink, she couldn't move without pain. Her nose, her mouth were bleeding. She tried to live, but her body couldn't take it anymore. Even though she didn't sleep for two days, she didn't close her eyes. So we called the doctor, though the call the doctor actually called us the first day for ten seconds. I asked, he asked her, is she okay? And he answered, she's not normal anymore. She doesn't eat, she doesn't drink. She's a dude she does just not normal. He said, She should be okay by tomorrow. The next morning my wife called the veteran surgeon office again. Her voice was breaking, she's saying, need to talk to him. Need to see her. And then I says, Okay, she can come today, but not Friday as was scheduled. Once we tried to take her in our arm and take him to the doctor, she couldn't take it anymore. That was ten AM and she passed away in my wife's arm. She took the last breath in her arm. What hurt the most isn't just that she died. It is how she died. Betraying those we trust hold by hand that promised to heal. It has been a year, a year of silence, a year of trying not to think about it. Not to remember those moments. But today I speak not because I have healed, but because she deserved to be remembered. She was more than a dog. She was love itself, poor, loyal and innocent. Sometimes remembering is the only way to forgive ourselves for believing people who never deserved our trust. And sometimes memory is the only way to keep love alive after it's gone. Rest in peace, Chloe. You were our light, and you still are. Thank you for listening. That was Philosophy of Life Podcast for this week.