Dixie Died
It seems fitting for our oldest dog to die during the wolf moon.
Dixie was a German Shepard/Rottweiler mix. She was my husband's dog. His oldest son, who will be 29 next month, was in high school when he picked Dixie out of a litter of puppies.
She was a fairly calm, well-behaved dog. Dixie had stopped eating about a month ago. I switched her to soft food. All was well. Then she stopped eating that. Next, we fed her meaty table scraps. Good for a week, then she stopped eating that. Next, I tried beef broth, but she showed no interest. She would still drink water though. Unfortunately, she couldn't hold her head up very long, so she would suddenly plop down sending water splashing everywhere.
I called the vet this morning, to inquire about putting her down. I could see the dog was suffering. I didn't want that. I couldn't figure out how to ask my husband.
But now I don't have to ask anything.
Goodbye, Dixie.
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