Over a month ago Luna died. I just couldn't even write about it till now. Loosing a puppy was just terrible and of course I really think the kids have been through enough - thank you very much.
She was having a wonderful day the day before she died. She was running around our farm and was having a blast treeing a raccoon with our two other big dogs. What we didn't know is that she had gotten bitten by a raccoon that day. That night late she was a little lethargic but nothing drastic. The next morning when we got up she couldn't stand and was barley breathing. We rushed her right to the vet. Before they could even get an IV in her she died. The only mark that we could find on her entire body was two puncture marks inside her mouth on her upper gums. The vet felt that they were from a mammal, not a snake. He felt that she had got bitten by a raccoon and had gotten something called Coon Dog Fever. I'm not sure if that's correct or not, but we were so traumatized by her death we just wanted to bring her home and bury her.
She was a great dog. I wish we had more time with her.
Hold me to this - no more dogs. Not for a long time. We need to just stick to what we have and focus on the meat eaters on two legs.