Monday morning I woke up, and went to let Nenya out of her crate, to take her outside to potty, then have breakfast. When I got to her crate, I was mortified, there lay my beautiful girl, lifeless. It is such a shock, Nenya would have been 8 years old this summer, and other than having Pannus, she was in great health. Sunday night we had a light snow, and I took Nenya out to romp in the yard. She loved the snow, and its been so cold, muddy, and nasty outside that she hadn't really been out for a good romp. I figured that since the ground was frozen, but not icy, it was a perfect opportunity. It had been atleast an hour since she ate, and she had already gone potty, so I thought we were in the clear, and I admit, she did romp around quite a bit, burning off all her extra energy, and really enjoyed herself. We came in the house and hung out, and around 12:30 I put her in her kennel for the night. Shes not the kind of dog that got into stuff, but always better safe than sorry, or so I thought.
When I found Nenya in the morning she looked like she just layed down and passed, but her stomach was inflamed about twice the size it should have been, and there was slobber around her crate. I didn't have a necropsy (?) done, because I just wanted to bury her and let her be at peice, but I do feel that she probably died of bloat. I feel quite guilty, because I heard her upstairs moving around in her crate, but I figured she was just re positioning.
So in memory of my beautiful girl, I miss you so much, and I'm sorry that I let you down.