Here’s little Riley with one of his favorite toys. He loves to play fetch. Sometimes it’s a challenge to get the ball away from him so you can throw it. He might growl at you because he’s a tough guy.
We had Annie put to sleep this morning. She had become very weak and was sometimes crying out in what we assume was pain.
It’s going to be lonely in the backyard. I think even the rabbits will miss her.
I told her to say hi to all of the other pets we have lost when she gets to wherever she’s going.
The Fourth of July is coming up and it will be another holiday with a sick pet.
I would tell you that there’s no time for blogging, but I won’t, because it isn’t true . I could make time, but I have chosen not to. I’m occupied with my final project for Digital Humanities class. I’m making art. I’m listening to podcasts and audio books. I’m doing more yoga. I’m working more hours.
I try to keep Riley from eating things he shouldn’t eat. Sometimes I just let him do what he wants because I don’t have the energy to stop him. He’ll be a year old this week. Wouldn’t it be nice if he decided to grow up a little for the occasion? That’s not gonna happen.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I always thought that if I got married to a man who loved dogs I would love dogs too. Well maybe I was thinking that I could get to know a particular dog and over the years learn to love it.
It seems I have done just that but it has taken no time at all to love Annie, my Malamute/Huskey mix. I love Annie and have decided that she is My dog. I talk to her, take her for walks, give her treats. I think of her when I’m not at home. Even her doggie smell and doggie breath are fine with me.
And now I’ve got these guys too!
We got a new puppy. He’s 3/4 Chihuahua and 1/4 Boston Terrier. His name is Riley, and he’s adorable and lovable, and he’s a bit of a nut.
He’s about 8 weeks old, and he’s in the chewing phase of his life. I hope it’s a phase that will pass in a few weeks. He chews me and Ernie. He wants to chew Sadie, but we don’t let him. I think he ate a small rock today.
Puppies are a lot of work, but we’ve fallen in love with Riley. He’s a welcome addition to our furry family.
Cammie took a turn for the worse a few days ago. She couldn’t keep any food down, and she had trouble getting around. It got worse the next day. She seemed to be having seizures, and we suspected she had a stroke. We decided it was time to let her go. We said goodbye on January 1st.
Cammie would have turned 15 this year. We think she might have made it past that, were it not for a tumor on her liver. The vet diagnosed the tumor in April of 2014. He said we could expect her to live another 3 to 6 months. She almost made it two more years! I think she stayed around for so long because of the all of the love she received from us. My husband was especially sweet on her, and I could tell that he was the light of her life. They were quite a pair.
We miss Cammie a lot. I find myself expecting to see her in her spot at the head of the bed when I go into the bedroom at night. When I walk through the garage to take Sadie out the side door, I imagine Cammie trotting across the floor and pausing to check if there’s any leftover food in her dish.
We will always love our perfect little Cammie. It was an honor to have her in our little animal family.
We have a chihuahua named Cammie. She turned 13 this year.
Cammie is perfect. She never does anything wrong. She has her own chair in the living room, and she sleeps in her own special spot at the head of the bed on some pillows between the mattress and the wall. When Cammie runs through the kitchen the sound of her claws on the linoleum is like tap dancing. She’s just the cutest thing in the world!
Cammie was diagnosed with diabetes about a year and a half ago. She gets insulin shots twice a day. She doesn’t mind the shots at all, probably because she gets a treat before and after each one.
Two weeks ago, Cammie had two seizures. We took a guess that the seizures were caused by low blood sugar, so we gave her some corn syrup to bring her back up to normal. Suspecting that her insulin dosage was too high, we took her to the vet and the doctor confirmed that this was the case. We brought her home and began administering the lower dose. Things seemed okay until one day we came home to find that Cammie wasn’t quite right . She usually barks happily when she hears us outside the front door. That day she was trying to bark, but all that came out was a tiny squeak. We gave her some corn syrup and called the vets office to find out what we should do for her.
Around this time, Cammie was becoming more and more finicky about her food. There were mornings when she just refused to eat. It didn’t seem like a good idea to give her insulin if she wasn’t eating, so we went back to the vet. This time the doctor felt a tumor in her belly area. They did an ultrasound and found that the tumor was quite large and covered a good portion of her liver. The ultrasound also showed a bladder stone.
The doctor explained our options for treatment. He could remove part of her liver and get rid of most of the tumor. This would be a major surgery for her, and she might not survive it. It also would cost $2,500 to $3,000 dollars. The other option would be to do nothing and expect the tumor to be the thing that ends her life. We decided that the surgery would be too much for her and too expensive for us.
So we brought Cammie home again and she has surprised us so far. Her insulin dosage was reduced again, so it’s okay to give it to her even if she doesn’t eat. Some mornings she just doesn’t feel like eating, but she’ll take something later in the day. She had a few days of constipation, but that seems to have resolved itself. Her energy level is good on most days. Sometimes she runs around and plays with her little sister Sadie. You’d think she was a young pup.
The doctor said she may start to go down hill in two to six months. If she is suffering we will have to put her down. We’ll be very sad when she’s gone, but for now we’ll just enjoy every day we have with her.
Cammie is a great dog. She always makes us smile.
I have a cat named OJ. He’s kind of a strange cat. When I say that to certain people, they make a joke about all cats being strange. I think OJ is stranger than others. His new thing is sometimes pooping on the tray that the litter box is on, but not in the litter box. He started this when my other cat, the late Pericles, got sick.
OJ tends to meow loudly when he’s not in the room with me. He does this, I think, because he’s lonely. He meows loudly when he thinks it dinner time, and also if he’s in the bathroom with me when I’m in the shower.
Sometimes I look at OJ, and I wonder who he really is. I feel as if he and I knew each other in a past life. I’ve never really been a believer in reincarnation, but when I look at OJ I see something. It makes me think that we are eternal. We have to be don’t we? We are all connected. We are all the same. This body I inhabit is just a temporary place for the energy that is me to be. This body I’m in is just an expression of my true self, or my consciousness, or my soul, or whatever you want to call it.
When I look at my dog, Sadie, I see a creature that is brand new. I have the idea that there are old souls and new souls. I learned that concept in a book, or from Oprah, but I think I believe it to be true.
OJ is strange. Maybe he’s just not used to being a cat.