Totally nonplussed

...and how often do you get to use that word, anyway? Gosh.

I just got a call from Lisa, the woman who was watching Kala for us over the summer. It was sort of a good news/bad news call, I guess. The good news is that we won't be needing to look around for a different place to live this fall when we get back from Utah, unless Anna really wants to relocate to someplace closer to wherever she gets her next OT contract.

The bad news is that Kala is dead.

How exactly this happened is totally unclear at this point. She wasn't having any of her GI issues that led to so much vomiting and diarrhea when she was near us--apparently she's been healthy as a horse since I dropped her off--and there isn't a mark on her body, so we're in the dark for the moment. All we know is that Lisa (who worked overnight) came home to walk all the dogs this morning, put Kala on a tether outside with the other dogs while she took a nap before heading off to work tonight, and came out to find Kala dead.

No signs of having choked, no signs of having been bitten, nothing.

Huh.

Anyway, I'm sort of numb right now. I suppose this is much easier because I'm 2064 miles away (according to Google Maps) and there's nothing I can do about it, but I'm still wondering if there'll be waterworks tonight when I go to bed. I guess we'll see.

The way we've left it is that Lisa's calling her vets to see if we can get Kala looked at/autopsied to figure out what went wrong. I don't know that it makes *sense* to do this--presumably it'll cost a fair bit of money--but I think it'll help me to have some idea of what exactly went wrong. I dunno.