She was fine an hour earlier. We went to bed at 10pm. She was laying in her bed next to mine. At some point she must have walked into the living room. I heard a yelp, a cry. I jumped up and went to look for her. She was lying by the front door. Just like that, she was dead. I don't know what could have happened. It was 11pm.
This morning. I'm numb. I haven't cried, because it doesn't yet seem real, I guess.
I'm not even sure how to dispose of her. She is a big dog and weighs close to 80lbs.
Maybe I'll wake up and it'll all be a dream.
lisa