Chuleta and I visited the vet. She has lost almost two full pounds, which for a Chihuahua is incredibly significant as it is approximately 25% of her body weight. Although I had suspected kidney failure due to her incessant need to pee, I was wrong. The blood test indicated that her kidney levels are barely elevated. Powers of deduction have led the doctor to determine that she has cancer, which makes sense based on the few dots he identified on her liver, last year, the speed of her weight loss, and her lethargy. She can barely muster up enough energy to hump her pig, which was always her favorite past time activity.
I certainly wasn’t expecting positive news from the doctor, but for some reason, I couldn’t help myself and I started crying in the waiting room while Chu had her blood drawn. I have been crying over her a lot, recently. I feel terrible that there isn’t much that I can do to her. It’s the end of an era and I need to start working on this bucket list because I don’t know how much time she has left. One of the symptoms the doctor told me to look out for is a change in behavior and the other day, for the first time since my mother was alive, Chuleta climbed in between my arms while I was lying on my stomach on my bed, reading. She rested her head on my arm and I started bawling, so she sat up and started licking my face and rubbing her head against me. For those of you who believe that dogs are not intuitive, do you really need further proof?