With a heavy heart ...

... Trixie crossed the rainbow bridge today.  It was so sudden.  I discovered her lying so still this afternoon in her crate when the doctor finally arrived to give her a check.

She wasn't touching her food the last couple of days and I had been feeding her the usual multivitamins (when the dogs are not eating).  Thinking it could be tick fever (since Wally was down with it last week and the Vet had been around to see him twice) I had the Vet to come round to give Trixie her shot of antibiotics only to discover she was no longer breathing.

To think she was ok this morning and I was fretting over getting her to swallow her multivit.  Am still trying to grasp the fact that she's gone.  I can't say am numb.  Just shock.  Not quite sure how or what cause her to leave us so sudden.  It's not that she's been ill for prolonged periods.  Even the good doctor was puzzled.   He'd just seen her last week - trotting about her usual sunny mischevious self.  

And that's how it is whenever I think of Trixie.  Her alertly trotting about - being ring leader to the pack of Furkids (Anna's usually kept in her pen when Trixie's out since they both don't get along), giving chase to  whatever that moves (joggers, motorists, neighbour's dogs) - all well within the confines of the Dog Woods perimeter fence (so no harm done to others)

She was character in her prime who love nothing else but to run like the wind, snatch Joe's toy and guard her home.  And now she's gone.  I feel so sad whenever I think I'd never see Trixie with in all her fawn handsome-ness patrolling the perimeter fence.  Or come running (usually the first to arrive) whenever I call, or just to sit pretty - just to show that she's a good-er girl than the rest of the scampering lot - who's usually playfully wrestling about.  

The only explanation would either be a) deliberate poisoning from someone who hates the Dog Woods Pack or b) bitten by a venomous snake - cobras possibly c) a heart attack - from too many firecrackers?  (honestly, Trixie's heart is built to withstand firecrackers ... though she does like to complain about them alot).

The good doctor's taken Trixie's body for an autopsy.  Still running some tests when I last messaged him.  We'll all know tomorrow why Trixie left us so suddenly.