Callie, the second oldest of our four dogs, died last night. She hadn't been herself for a couple days, and we were just keeping an eye on how she was doing... she had eaten better Sunday night. But last night (Monday) when Dan went to feed the big dogs (Callie, Dusty and Bella) Callie didn't come when she was called. She had laid down in the shade and was gone.
Callie was our wild one. Always the opportunist, if a gate was open she would take off on an adventure. She always came back though and we never had to send a search party after her. I'm sad that she's gone but glad that she died at home, in the yard. She was with us for 10 years.