A Heavy Heart

My little girl, Dixie, got very sick Saturday while we were out of town. My mom and brother took her and put her in their garage to keep her cooler in the blazing heat that we are having this week but she wouldn't eat (she had eaten Friday). She did this a few weeks ago and we changed her food and she literally came back to life and had more energy than I'd seen in her in a long time.

We went to see her last night when we got home and she could barely move. I forced two tablespoons or so of chicken broth down her mouth with a syringe but she wouldn't eat anything else.

Sometime after 3:30AM, after my brother came home from work, she passed away. She was 12 years old.

I am glad that she did not have to suffer long but I will miss my silly little prissy dog and I'm sure her mate, Buddy, will miss her very much as well. I think I'll even miss her loud, sharp yapping when she wanted something. ;_;