And this was one of those days.
Last week, the husband mentioned Zena had lost weight. We hadn't noticed because of her winter coat. But by this weekend, it was bad. She had lost a lot of weight. She had no other symptoms of sickness. She was still going out with the husband and being active (a little less pep in her step though). I bought her wet food and the husband started her on it. She ate it right up. I cuddled with her while we did outside chores yesterday. She wanted her tummy rubbed.
This morning the husband went out to get her to go feed the bulls. He found her on the side of the house, no longer with us. We are stunned. I feel guilty for not taking her to the vet last week. I'm just numb. I've never lost so many dogs in such a short amount of time. This is the third in just a little over a year.
I especially feel bad for the husband. He and Zena had a close bond. She was his girl. He laid her to rest out by the tank next to Duke and Lil Man. We'll make a cross to hang her collar on to mark her grave later this week.
We will miss her so....