March 31st 2009 7:02 am
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Mom here.

I hate to inform Camper's friends that Camper is gone. He had to undergo surgery for a stomach issue. It wasn't emergency surgery but it was serious. We sought several opinions, and all of the doctors agreed it had to be done. The surgery was done by the best specialist (whom Camper thought was named Sir Jin) and he appeared to come through just fine.

But in the middle of the night the surgeon called and told me that Camper was being taken out for a walk and collapsed. Dad, Meri, Zamboni and I rushed to the hospital, but Camper had already died.

We are devastated. Camper was funny, intelligent, energetic, and our household revolved around him. He would have been three years old in May, and we were planning a trip to his Grandma's house to celebrate his and Zamboni's birthdays. We are stunned that he is gone so soon with so much living to do. Yesterday, he was energetic and active. Today, he's gone. It's too much for us to comprehend.

Zamboni and Meri were able to see him, sniff him and and know that he is, in fact, not coming home. They are shocked as well.

I know that Camper made a lot of you laugh. His diary here trailed off the last several months as he and Meri kept each other busy. He's been busy "agilizing" (as he liked to call it) and with the uncommon amounts of snow we've had this year. You should be assured that the fact that the lack of activity here means that Camper was having more activity -- more happiness and fun -- in life. And that's good, as these months ended up being his final months.

"His final months." I can't believe I just wrote that about My Crazy Man. I love that guy so much. He's my service dog and I'll be lost without him. But even more than that, he loved us, and we cherish and love him. I don't know how we'll ever move on from that. We're just lost right now.

Thanks for being such appreciative fans. I know his antics always made me laugh, even when he was breaking rules and even when he was bugging the heck out of me. I don't know what we'll do with this diary. My head is spinning and my heart is breaking. One thing at a time.

Bless all of you.

Thank you.

Mom.