We were living in Seattle and I decided I couldn’t handle the traffic, expense and rainy weather of living in the city. After almost a year of deliberating, going back to Arizona seemed the best choice. I found us a nice condo in Scottsdale, bought it and told my boss I was moving. Surprisingly, he said I could work remotely in Arizona. It was going to be perfect. I’d get to spend all day with Gracie, my beautiful Corgi, my best friend. No more elevators or walking in the wind and rain. The condo is right next to the greenbelt, where I pictured some lovely walks with my girl. I organized everything, packed boxes and boxes and finally the day came for the movers to take it away and for us to get in the car and drive to our new home. It took 3 days because driving alone is tiring and my friend needed to stretch her legs every couple of hours. We finally arrived and she romped around in her new home, shaking her squeaky toy for me to chase her. It was a fabulous moment. We went for dinner at some friends and it was the end of a perfect day. Next day I ran some errands and that night Gracie threw up her dinner. I put it down to travel stress and next day she ate her breakfast so I thought all was well. Movers came with all of our boxes and I was busy organizing and unpacking. My friend didn’t want to go for a walk and she didn’t want her supper. Again, I thought it was all the activity of the day and new surroundings and maybe she was still tired from the road trip. I cuddled her on the couch and tried to make her feel relaxed. At bedtime, she went off to the second bedroom but I brought her into my bedroom and settled her in her bed. Just before midnight, i woke to her struggling to breathe. I called an emergency vet and they said to bring her right in. She wasn’t moving and looked so scared and I had to pick her up and carry her and it was so difficult getting her into the car by myself. I got to the vet and they helped carry her in. Then the news I couldn’t believe, her chest cavity was full of blood and squeezing her heart and more blood in her stomach and spots on her spleen and it all indicated cancer and a tumor that had likely ruptured. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and she had gone into cardiac arrest and they had brought her back. My baby was so sick and I had no idea and I had to decide whether they should try to keep her alive until a surgeon in the morning could try to save her. She went into cardiac arrest again and they brought her back again. I watched my darling in such a terrible state and I asked the vet if she was his dog, what he would do. He said she was suffering and heroic surgery likely wouldn’t save her. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to my sweetheart but I didn’t want her to be in pain or scared. I loved her so much. My best friend and Gracie’s God-mom came out in the middle of the night to be with me and say goodbye to my darling. I’m having trouble getting thru this terrible loss. She never even got to see the beautiful green space we were going to walk on. She was only 10 years, 8 months. I just wasn’t prepared to lose my dog 3 days after we started our wonderful new life. It’s just so hard. We went everywhere together.