I can't believe I'm writing this. I wish I could just wake up and start the day over. I took Snickers in for her fourth chemo and while waiting she collapsed with a seizure. They took her out back and came out to tell me that she couldn't breath on her own. She was completely normal and happy this morning.
I made the choice to have her put to sleep quietly with me petting her -- there was nothing we could do if she couldn't breath. The vet thinks that the cancer probably had metasized to her brain stem, but since that area is so vital, there's nothing we could do for her.
Run free little brindle monkey. You fought a brave battle and lived life to the fullest right to the end. I will post a more fitting goodbye in remembrance, but I knew that people would understand here.