I lost my best friend, Holly last Tuesday to histiocytic sarcoma. It is such an evil disease. It took her away from me WAY to soon, she just turned 6 years old in November. I am having an extremely hard time dealing with her loss. I can honestly say she was my best friend. Our vet never thought in a million years that Holly was going to have cancer. He said if anything, my the looks over the X-rays, it probably was a bad case of tendinosis. Just to be sure, he sent us to a specialist. When he first saw Holly and the way she was acting, he said the chances were very slim that she would have cancer. We left Holly for a couple hours with high hopes, only to receive a phone call a couple hours later with the awful news. The hour drive back up to Norwalk was extremely hard. She was always treated like a princess, but when we found out her diagnosis in November, I did everything in my power to help her. My mom and dad decided not to go with the chemo because the doctors couldn't guarantee anything and if she did only have a few months, we didn't want her to suffer with any treatment. I decided to give it a shot and work with a homeopathic vet because our regular vet and the specialist really did help us at all. He was amazing with recommending a diet for Holly, certain supplements to give her, and for me just knowing I had someone to call whenever I needed advice. We were blessed to get two months with Holly. She did amazing. 4 days before she passed she was rolling on her back. For a little bit I forgot how sick she was because of how well she was doing. Sunday night she started to throw up and I thought maybe it was a bug, but then it happened again Monday. She was still acting okay. Tuesday came and she was fine all day, so I was in high hopes, but then it happened again and you could finally tell she was starting to hurt. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make, but I promised my dad I'd let her go when she told me she was ready. I am lost without her, so is our other golden, Dylan. He looked up to Holly. My dad travels for work and the rest of my family lives in Wisconsin, so it's just my mom and I. I promised my dad I'd be strong and be there for her every inch of the way and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Holly kept us strong, we are truly lost. I wanted to be selfish so bad, but I couldn't. She was one of a kind. I always thought she'd be around for such a long time. I remember just recently talking about moving out one day and thinking what am I going to do without Holly around, I am going to have to go visit her every single day, and then this evil disease took her away from me. I'm sorry if I rambled, I could go on forever.