My boss at the barn I work at (barely a boss -- mentor/adoptive overseer) texted me yesterday morning that one of her dogs was snatched by coyotes. She's gone.
Kitty wasn't my dog, but she was a perfect light in everyone's day. I adored her and love her fiercely, and it's nothing compared to what her mom felt. I am sick to my stomach and full of grief. This was a dog who came all the way from being dumped on the street in Puerto Rico to being the best 10 lb farm dog there ever was. She loved to be held, and would go from lap to lap waiting to be loved in. She fell asleep on more laps than we could ever count, and could be held like a baby and would be so happy there. She went on miles long trail rides like a champ, nipped at the horses to show them who was boss, and kicked during pup fights like a little ninja.
I went to the barn today and my boss was an absolute mess. Kitty was her baby. I didn't know what to say, and as it is I am devastated and can't begin to figure life without this little nugget. It sounds like my boss actually saw the coyotes drag her off, but didn't know it was her at the time -- she thought Kitty was inside. How do I even begin to help her heal and go on about her day? How do *I* even start to recover? I've lost dogs to old age and to sickness, but never to something like this, so fast and senseless and sudden. It feels like the barn family has a huge gaping hole in it. It's just not right without her.
She had an underbite, frizzy hair, huge ears, and squinty eyes. She was perfect. I'm just so, so sad. I needed to let it out somewhere. Poor Kitty girl.