The weirdest thing happened last night.
My wife had gone to be with my parents in Rosetown. My sister and her family, where my parents live, were headed on vacation to Waskesiu.
While there, Jill had prepared meals. As the day ended she went outdoors with my sister’s dog. The dog did it’s business, Jill was about hers (two very different businesses!). They returned to the house.
Trixie, the dog, began to eject things from both ends. Vomit and poop. And convulsing. Jill called me and thought the dog was about to die. She checked with others and tried to contact a vet. They were all away for the weekend. A vet clinic would phone back. Others were called and some possible remedies suggested.
Trixie continued to convulse, then pant and finally became perfectly still. In human parlance, she died. I think it was in around two to three hours after initial signs of sickness appeared.
What do you do with a dead dog? Especially when the family is away! The decision was made to bag the dog up, put it in a friend’s freezer and let the family deal with the remains when they returned.
Not my idea of a great way to start five days away from home. Jill is doing well — I wish I could say the same for Trixie!
