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So, our Trixy is no more.
On Monday, a perfectly normal Monday, she went with me for our little secret morning walk to inspect the forest and rile up the creatures. At lunch she chased squirrels.
When I got home she was subdued and clearly not herself, but happy to be comforted by Joany and me. She rallied enough to enjoy Michelle Obama's boffo speech, but by 11 she was clearly sick. At 2 we brought her to the good people at the emergency animal hospital, but by 3am we had lost her.
This is a grievous thing for us. We were so, so enriched by our little animated friend and this sudden loss is sharp.
Dogs, as we dog people know so well, just don't live long enough. It is their sole flaw.
Trixy tempo from the Trav tree, Skunk Holler, Head Smashed in Deer Jump. Oh, she has left her paw print on the world.