On Friday night one of the kids made a gruesome discovery. Lying in our grass was Dolly's leg chewed off. I was in the kitchen when the discovery was made, but John was out there. My heart dropped when I found out. Poor, poor Dolly. What a horrible death. I still can't help but imagine what probably happened. It makes me so sad to think of the vicious attack she suffered... and then she was gone.
We are pretty sure coyotes got her. There are many pets missing in the community-- all recent. Driving around for her, we noticed flyers posting coyote sightings in the area. Being surrounded by homes, and with the dogs staying right by our back door under our patio safe in their little house, I sort of thought they were immune to such an attack.
But Dolly was not the type of dog to stay in her little house when danger was present. She was very protective of our family and Misty our other dog. She must have heard the coyotes and went out to try and scare them away. She was brave like that.
We miss her very much. We got her soon after Annalyn joined our family. She was my grandmother's dog and after my grandmother passed away, my grandfather asked us to take her.
It was our pleasure.
I hope all dogs go to heaven.