Bad 2 days.
Yesterday I had to put down an OEGB hen that was the sweetest of my lot. Not really sure what had happened to her but over the course of 2 weeks, she had lost most her sight, then motor control. She was my teacup banty...cause she wasn't much bigger than a cup of coffee. Or tea.
Then today I come home to find that my bloodhound, Emma had had a seizure in my bedroom and didn't recover from it the way she usually does. She hadn't been gone long, as she was still warm. Ironically, I had allowed her to come in the house so she could get out of the heat. Guess it was just Emmas time. She was only 2. I can say one thing tho...when I left the house before she died, I made her promise to not jump up in my bed. She died at the foot of my bed. Guess she upheld her promise!
Trying to bury her nearly took me into the afterlife too. I don't care how hot it was. After 95 degrees, numbers dont mean squat. I had to wet the ground with the hose, then break it up with a maddock before shoveling it out. Wrapped Emma up in one of my flannel huntin shirts, faced her to the east and said goodbye.
Emma wasn't a bright hound. Not a lick of self preservation instinct, or respect for others personal space. But she was a good dog.