My dog died.

[heartlesshealer]

I came home late last night to a note that Xena was put outside because she had thrown up in the kitchen and the den. It was past midnight so it wouldn't have been a good idea to go outside and interrupt her sleep. I woke up this morning and the divider fence in the house was put away and mom was crying in the den. She told me that Xena was still outside and she was having seizures. I went out back. She was on the ground near the side of the house, outside of my bedroom window with its closed black curtains and with a small red blanket next to her. I looked for the rise and fall of breathing. I clapped my hands when I got nearer. Her eyes weren't shining anymore. There were some flies on her body. I kept shooing away the ones that tried to land on her face. She just looked like she was resting in the shade, but her eyes were dull. I pet her on the head and still no response, I already knew, but I just had to. I cried and talked to her and then went inside. She's still outside my window.

My dog died. And I wasn't there.

Edit: During time of writing - Mom's just started digging the hole. She's gonna be buried next to Rico.