I woke feeling sad this morning. The last 48 hours have been surreal. I have been preoccupied with myself, as one can be when they do not feel well.
I presented myself at the clinic two days ago, annoyed that I still have a headache, sore throat and general malaise. This led to an EKG. Which led to another referral to my cardiologist. When I initially saw the cardiologist I did not have my current insurance and was limited to using one within the network affiliated with my primary care giver. This was 5 years ago and after all the diagnostic procedures I was told I have A-fib and prescribed a beta blocker.
Lately I have had mores episodes with my heart skipping beats which leaves me feeling drained. I decided to switch to the cardiologist that treated HeWho had a heart attack. I liked his approach to treating my husband and that he was very thorough and explained everything in detail. Saw him yesterday and he thinks I may have been misdiagnosed. So now the diagnostic procedures begin again. I will be wearing a halter monitor for two weeks and at the end of that period a full set of tests are scheduled.
Anyway, after I left the clinic two days ago, I stopped at the grocery and picked up a few items and headed home. A slow day, I tied a few more rows to Layla's rug and had sat down to check my e-mail and such when Kevin showed up with some barbeque sandwiches he picked up after his visit to the doctor. He knows how much HeWho loves this particular BBQ and knew I would probably forgive him for bringing a forbidden food to HeWho had a heart attack since I wouldn't have to cook supper. He was right. It was about 3:15. Then a call to HeWho telling us that a camper was on fire had both of us running to the site.
My kamper was not home, but her three dogs were. When I got there, one dog was already out in another camper's arms, but the other two were scared and went in two different directions and hid in the camper. The smoke was thick and black (tires were on fire) and there was the possibility of the propane tank exploding. I know these dogs. I called and called for Daisy, hoping she would recognize my voice and come out the door to me. 911 had already been called and a deputy showed up right away, then two ambulances. While waiting for the fire truck we had two hoses on the flames, but that was not doing much more that keeping it at bay.
The two dogs perished in the fire. The camper was a total loss. The fire trucks took about 30 minutes to get here (volunteers). We were unable to let our kamper know what was happening before she came home to find her home in such a state. She headed straight to me as she got out of her truck, asking me about her babies and I had to tell her they were gone. It was just heart breaking. When they finally handed Daisy to me, HeWho loves dogs and I attempted to resuscitate her, but she was gone. The other dog had gone towards the fire and was burned, while the smoke got Daisy.
It was just awful. I feel bad that I don't remember the name of the chihuahua mix, Daisy was a little shit-zu mix only 4 years old. She was full of mischief with her well-defined underbite. I had harbored the hope that maybe my Charming Eddie could have helped her have a litter of pups ….
This makes me thankful for what I have. We will all rally round my kamper and help her get back on her feet. She has Piper, her little Yorkie to lavish love on. Piper will be a huge comfort to her, as only pets can be. It has been somber and sad here at the kampground.