Three weeks after beating diabetes, my Sarah died of a blood clot due to lymphoma. Sarah had been to hell and back over the last 8 months: an autoimmune disease attacked her paw pads, the treatment caused diabetes, techs at the (now-ex) vet administered shots incorrectly and caused large ulcers on her neck, the ex-vet failed to diagnose a MRSA infection, and then she ended up in a hypoglycemic crisis at the e-vet when her pancreas rebounded. All told, she spent about 2 months in the hospital and several more weeks confined to a crate. Over the past month, everything started clearing up--her paws got better, she no longer needed insulin, and her bloodwork normalized. Then, this past weekend, her liver failed. She was admitted to the hospital and an ultrasound suggested either lymphoma or massive inflammation in her abdomen. They started her on nutritional support, but found her cold and curled up this morning. She was 10, and when I visited her in the hospital last night, she wrapped her paws around my neck and purred. Then I left her there. The universe is brutally unfair.