Dear kind warm readers,
Thank you for your kind thoughts. I truly appreciate them. It helps - at least for me trying to get my mind to accept the full fact that Trixie's gone for good. There's always so much to do at Dog Woods. If it's not the dogs to mind and fuss over there's the chores to be done at home, meals to cook and people to fuss (or boss ;) around. But in those still moments where nothing immediate warrants my attention I find myself staring into the horizon. If there was a mirror before me, the expression would be that of bewilderment - slightly gaping mouth, furrowed brow, and a look - lost somewhere, going over and over again what had caused her sudden death. That's when the sad realisation dawns - that I would never see Trixie (or Iggy as I'd usually call her), again
Dog woods is fairly spacious - more than an acre, enough space for the nine dogs to run about without cramping their style. Understandably I can't possibly keep an eye out on all nine of them at once... the two Basset Hounds would be tumbling over each other - Tuffy teasing Snoopy and Snoopy giving him a mouthful of what she thought, Anna and the Furkids would be chasing down or digging up a scent (someday I'd post pictures my increasingly crater-ful lawn), Trixie would be running in circles attempting to herd us lot (minus the butt nipping - which we trained her out of), Joe clutching a toy would be looking for a game of fetch.
Usually after all that play and if i knew that no one would be visiting, the dogs would be left to roam about freely (within the confines of Dog woods that is) - with minimal supervision. And that's when it happened I think ... where and what happen to Trixie within that moments while am pottering about. What had she ate? Could she be bitten? What kind of bug had she picked up - so virulent that it took her life so suddenly. Now am afraid for the rest of the pack ...
Will call the doctor later (don't think his practice is quite fully open yet) to find out Trixie's results.