I started this around the end of October but lost all interest in keeping up with my online world with the loss of Trixie. She was a relatively young dog and it still hurts that I didn’t get to spend more time with her before she moved on. She was only six and half years when she passed. The next two paragraphs are what I wrote back in October and the rest is now.

I lost Trixie early Saturday morning, the 17th of October, 2020. She had been sick for the last few months, problems breathing. For a while I thought it may have been beaten with antibiotics but she finally subcombed.

I called Pam to let her know late Friday that Trixie had taken a turn for the worse and if she didn’t get better over the weekend, I was going to take her to the vet on Monday. She begged me to let her come and spend some time with Trixie. Pam had every right to be here since Trixie was her dog as much as she was mine. Sadly, Pam missed saying good bye by about 20 minutes.

I spent her last moments sitting with her and petting her. She asked to go outside and I let her. Scrappy went out with her then started barking incessantly about 20 minutes later, I called her and Trixie in but Trixie didn’t come. Scrappy came in than ran right back out again to the side of the green house. I went there and she was laying peacefully like she was asleep. I called her name again but when she didn’t mve I knew she was gone. I picked her up and carried her inside because it was cold an I wasn’t gpoing to leave the one who chose me outside in the cold. Pam got here and we spent some time talking with Trixie together.

I got up the next day and made her final resting place out behind the dog run where she could see the door to the office. She can see Scrappy come in and out. Scrappy looked for her every time she went out for several weeks until she finally realized that Trixie wasn’t coming home any more. Scrappy was so depressed but she finally started to cheer up back in January.