We found her this morning. No obvious signs of cause. She'd not looked right yesterday, I couldn't see anything wrong, she just didn't look right. I thought she might be brewing a softy. I had given her some Nutridrops, but they didn't work their magic this time. She was one of our lovely Welsh Blacks, an Indian Game/Australorp cross. She was only 3.
We've been lucky that it's been a while since we've had a loss. I've been expecting a couple of the older girls to go, I hadn't expected one of the (relatively) young ones.
Goodnight Poppet.
