In January 2007 we moved from Valley Heights (in the Blue Mountains) to Woodford (a bit further up). Our new yard was backing bush and there were creeks etc. We had a 7 yo Jack Russell named Lucy and a 2 yo Husky x Malamute named Elka. Lucy would always be hunting things like lizards and bugs. She even got bitten once but she survived that.
This time, I wasn't home, only my brother and mum were. I was at my bf's and the phone rang and it was my brother saying that the dogs had been bitten by a snake and that Lucy didn't make it I was in such shock I didn't know how to react. My brother said that Lucy was bitten on the neck and the venom spready so quickly she only had time to lay down before she passed Elka was bitten too, on the lip, she lasted a little while but apparently she had struggled a whole lot more before the Vet told us she had passed away.
I never thought life would be the same again. Lucy had been with me through everything, through all the house-moving (we moved 5 times when we had her) and she would always snuggle up to me in bed.
I still get so upset about it, but I think thats mainly because I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
We bought my new pup Axle (cattle dog) just one month after that. I know some people will think that is too soon, but our family are such huge dog lovers, we can't function without them.
We now have 3 wonderful dogs, and thank goodness none of them like hunting for other animals. All they do is eat and sleep which is fine by me.
Has anyone else ever gone through the same thing?