Devastated!!! That is the only word that I can think of right now. I was working on a story to officially introduce my Koda Buggy to the Adventures of Frugal Mom family. She was my mother’s day present this year. If you follow me on Instagram you already know how crazy she is and how she would keep me company in my blog cabin. She was fiercely protective when I worked in there at night. My own personal protector.
But she was also an escape artist. When we first got her she made her home on our back deck. She soon learned that she could climb through the railings and step out onto the bar and jump down from there. So we blocked her way. Then she figured out she could climb through the railings near the “baby” gate and jump down on the cooler and escape that way. So once again we blocked her way.
Because she was so little we didn’t move her to the back of the yard. We have a lot of wild animals and free-roaming dogs in our neighbor so I wanted my baby as close to the house as possible until she got bigger. But she soon learned how to climb the baby gate, so within the last month, we had to move her back to the higher fenced in area.
You may remember the InstaStory I posted a few weeks ago when she was jumping on the fence and getting halfway up there. Well, she learned Saturday night how to climb the 5-foot tall fence and got out. My husband put her up several times and we knew that we have to find another solution for her soon.
I was at an event last night with my friend Courtney, who also has had an experience with an escape artist dog, and she told me what they did for him. What worked and what didn’t. So this morning my husband and I talked about what solutions we liked the best and decided to purchase what we thought would work best for my Koda Buggy, my baby girl.
He went to check on Koda, I watched him from the kitchen window, waiting to see my happy puppy wagging her tail and running around. I immediately knew something was wrong as I watched his steps quicken to get to her. She had once again attempted to jump the fence but this time her collar caught on the fence and she had hung herself. He quickly removed her body from the fence and came into the house to tell me she was gone. By that time I was in tears. My baby girl was gone. To say I am devasted would be an understatement. She was the dog I got right before my oldest moved to California. She didn’t even live for 6 months. To have a fur baby die is devastating enough but to have one die like that is traumatic.
She was such a happy puppy and always excited to see us. I will miss seeing her wagging tail and hyper-excited self. We buried her between Winnie and Tutu with her favorite toys, but most importantly her baby dog that she loved to play with. RIP my sweet Koda Buggy. I hope you know how much you were loved.