The only time I was away from her for an extended period
of time was when I left her with my mom and her dogs to
move to North Carolina (it was too hot at the time to
fly her out), but six months later she was on the plane,
then at the airport waiting for me in Raleigh, and was
there she met my husband for the second time. It was a
good three months before she would go with him outside
without much bribing with treats or her mamma, and
eventually, true love was achieved for them too (but
still loved her mamma better).
Then she drove cross country in a weighed down 68' Dodge
Dart with mamma and daddy to Arizona, a year later
another move back to Seattle.
Starting shortly after the last move and not being a
spring chicken anymore (8 years old) starting showing
signs of "wear and tear". This is also when she met and
started her long relationship with her favorite-est vet
in the whole wide world, Dr. Whiel at Elliot Bay Animal
She went for a dental cleaning
and ended up having 7 teeth pulled. It was then, she
acquired the nickname "snaggle" or "double snaggle"
because now frequently when she would bark, her lips
(one side or both sides) would get stuck in an upright
position until she could shake them free.
Shortly after that, we noticed
she was starting to stagger around like a drunken
sailor, but not in pain. She had 5 "bad disks"
(degenerative disk disease) And ended up with her own
Neurologist and surgery on her back, which prevented
further deterioration of the disks. Yes, back surgery on
a dog and all of the diagnostic testing that goes along
with it was expensive.
About a year later, after mamma's gut feeling
and recurrent urinary tract infections she was diagnosed
with Cushing's Disease (overproduction of cortisol from
the adrenal glands) and put on a chemotherapy drug to
"knock the adrenal's down into submission". Yes, the
chemo was expensive each month as was the monitoring (by
blood test) of the levels of the medicine in her
system....but she's my girl, so what could I do?
Things were pretty stable and quiet for a few years, she
would go to her vet appointments like a good girl, play
with her cousins, visit her grandma, go to the off leash
park and snuggle with mamma.
In 2004, we went for her yearly physical and for some
reason I asked Dr. Whiel about gastric torque or
"bloat"...asked her what to watch for, what causes it
Six months or so later, after feeding Emily dinner, she
started continually barking at me and so thinking she
just had to go outside, we went in and out a few times
and I noticed that her tummy looked like she had
swallowed a soccer ball (it was very noticeable since we
kept her slim because of her back...she was only about
45 pounds), then she started vomiting....right away I
knew what was happening. I threw her in the car, grabbed
my cell phone and called the 24 hour emergency vet and
told them I was on my way with a Basset with bloat...to
make this part of the story short, she was in surgery
within 45 minutes of the onset of her symptoms.
After her surgery, all was well, no organ damage. I was
able to take her home a day later, however, she had no
appetite and started vomiting, so back to the ER with a
diagnosis of pancreatitis. After a blood transfusion and
a 3 day stint in the "ICU", she was able to come home
and get her life back to "normal". She was approaching
13 years old. And again, this was very very expensive
and that is the responsibility and love you take on when
you have a pet...you cant spoil, love or care enough for
them. They are innocent and helpless, and they love you
My Emily turned 14, June 22nd 2006.
My Emily died where she liked it best, in bed with
mamma, early on the Fourth of July.
Most of her mammas heart died that night too.
Emily is the best-est friend that I will have. This I
know is true.
Emily was there for me when others weren't, waiting for
me to come home, waiting to follow me around the house,
waiting to be called funny nicknames, waiting for lovins'
from her mamma, waiting for people to be jealous of her
love for me and mine for her.
I love you my sweet sweet girl, my snaggletooth, my
Emma-log, my pootypants, my poopsnake, my poopshoot, my
I know you know how much I miss you.
To others who read this...if you cannot treat your pets
like this, please, do not get one. They are the most
precious things. Appreciate them. Learn from them.