She had what the vet and I thought was a respiratiory or sinus infection.I gave her the meds and followed all instructions,but she crashed on me today.She couldn't seem to breathe and died with me holding her,she wanted to be with me all day,I carried her around the yard,told her how much I loved her,she gasped several times and died.I did everything right,lights,humidity,heat, correct food,everything,I feel like I've been punched in the stomach.This evening I will dig her little grave.I feel like just banging my head and yelling why,why the f**k did she have to die.Her name was Poppy.I keep wanting to go in her room and check on her,but she's not in there now.She is laying on my bed,waiting to be buried.I already miss her more than anything.
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I am the dust that dances in the light. - Rumi