A terrible thing has happened. On Sunday evening, without warning, Zelda cried out in her crate and collapsed. She was limp and not breathing and completely unresponsive. We tried desperately for a long time – John, my sister Gloria, and I -- to resuscitate her, but we could not.
She was five months and 2 days old. She had not been sick at all. Her day Sunday was a very happy, energetic, fun-filled day. She got to see her breeder, to play with a litter of puppies. She had a great time, had her dinner, went to bed perfectly fine. And then she was gone.
We are crushed. Zelda was one of the most amazing dogs I have ever known. She was happy and smart and beautiful.
The necropsy said that nothing looked obviously wrong and that their best guess was that it was her heart. We have sent her heart (and brain) off for further testing, and we will bury her today on Gloria's land here.
We are taking one day at a time, one hour at a time.
When we find out anything further from the testing, I will update.