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.
Yesterday was interesting. I sold something on Ebay, and it was time to ship it to the buyer. I packed up the item, weighed on my stamps.com scale, and printed the postage. I went out the mailbox hoping the box would fit. It did not. So, I figure out can watch out for the mailman and hand it to him when he gets to the house. I kept thinking I heard the mail truck, and I would go look out the window-no mailman. This was going to be one of his late days. That would have been okay if I didn’t have an eye appoint at 3:00. But I did have an eye appointment, and I wanted to leave the house at 2:30 to give myself plenty of time to get there. 2:30 comes around and the mailman still hasn’t showed. I have to go, so I take the package to the car with me. I’ll go to the post office and drop it in the parcel drop thingy. There are two post office locations in Bloomington. One is on the east side, and the other is kind of halfway between the east side and the west side. That one we call the Ponderosa post office because it’s in the building that used to be the Ponderosa restaurant. But, before I leave the house, I see the mail truck down the street. I figure I’ll wait a few minutes for him to get to my house. I sit in the car and look at something on my phone (probably I played Angry Birds). It seems to be taking forever for him to make his way up the street so I look again. It appears he hasn’t moved. So I leave.
I get to the optometry clinic and find that the air conditioning isn’t working. It would have been nice if they had called to see if I wanted to reschedule because the ac was out. Anyway, I get through the appointment and head to the post office It isn’t easy to get to the Ponderosa because it’s situated between two one-way streets and the parking lot is only accessible from the street that goes north-bound. I’m behind a slow moving vehicle and they turn into the parking lot ahead of me. They turn really slowly and then stop to let the passenger out without giving much warning that they plan to do that. I’m annoyed because I need to get around them, and I don’t have much room since they stopped 3 seconds after pulling into the parking lot. I park and go into the post office. There is a guy with the package at the package drop so I have to wait my turn. I get to the thing only to find it won’t open. I guess they locked it because it was full or something. So I have to wait in line. At the post office, there’s always someone ahead of you who has some complicated business to conduct. I always try to make my interaction with the postal worker quick and efficient. Anyway, the package got sent. Then it was time to go to the Y with Dad and take Cammie to the vet to check if the medication she got on Saturday was working for her eye infection. That was my Monday.
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.