One day she was playing with Buddy, the next day she was permanently “lights out”. We took her to the vet a few days later. I held her while he administered the big dose of anaesthetic, and stroked her while she went into a deep sleep. When he returned to shave her leg for the final dose, we bolted.
Her “problem” was that she was not breathing at birth, and we think she suffered some brain damage as a result. It is to her credit that she actually grew through (not completely out of) the highly habitual stage, to the point that she could interact with Kelly and then with Buddy, and with us, in her own way.
We will miss your unique energy around us, Baby Girl.