I went to see if she needed food because she eats a lot for her size. I usually have to feed her once daily and let her out for exercise and training. I taught her to sit and shake paw/hand and high five. I was teaching her to lay down and not jump as much. She was so full of energy.
I noticed she had full food, which isn't normal... and she was laying in the back of the cage instead of coming to greet me. I then noticed a bunch of blood on the floor of the cage.
I called her name and she didn't move. And I realized she was dead.
So I may not be on a while.
This loss is huge to me.
She was my little baby girl. I adopted her off the streets. Well... she adopted me. I remember I walked outside one day because there was a small pack of dogs--her mom, her, and her sister--wandering around. They got loose from a neighbor. The others ran away when I walked out. She ran up to me and greeted me very enthusiastically. Like she knew me. Or like she just fell in love with me. And I fell in love with her, too.
I wasn't aware she was sick at all. She was a very active and healthy dog as far as I knew. =[
But if you don't see me for a bit, it's because I'm taking this harder than I thought I ever would. She was so young that I was prepared to keep her for a long time.
In Loving Memory of Azula -- October 29th, 2008
