Good Bye Nalla

*sigh*

Our cute little dog Nalla died last night. Ed and I had already gone to bed, and I could hear Adam calling the dog (she slept in his room). She always found ways to sneak out of the backyard because she was a social little doggy and liked to visit the neighbors. Nalla was also 13 1/2 and was going blind and deaf. She didn't always respond quickly when called because she couldn't always hear you.

Not long after I heard Adam calling, he knocked on our door to tell us she was dead out in the street. We ran out to her. We're not sure if she was hit by a car, but she didn't appear to have any damage. There's a good chance she just had a heart attack or stroke. We got a bag and Ed put her in it. We were talking about burying her, and Ed even told Adam to get a shovel, but then Ed put the bag in the trash. That seemed so disrespectful, but then I thought, "What if she wasn't really dead?" What if we buried her alive? She appeared dead. No heartbeat or breathing. But that kind of thing happens to people who turn out to be alive. At least if she was just in a deep coma and woke up in the trash can, we'd know.

I guess Adam posted something on Facebook, and Erin read it and called. She was quite upset, especially about the trash thing. I didn't know how to explain. I think she may have said something to Adam (I haven't had the heart to check Facebook yet), or he decided on his own, but he went out about 2 a.m. and dug her a grave. I talked with him after, and he confirmed that rigor mortis had set in. She was definitely dead.

So our garden now has two bodies in it.

*sniff*

I told Paul this morning, and he was shocked. He said her last meal had been a good one. He and Adam had cooked steak and potatoes, and they'd shared some with her.