Hubby and I had a 11-week-old yellow lab puppy. We've had her since she was 6 weeks old. We are building a house and my husband was working on it today while I was at a family rodeo in town (helping announce, and competing in 3 events). He calls me this afternoon. Tells me Oakley is dead. I scratched my last event and left immediately to go help him bury her on our property.
He was setting the floor tresses today, and had the generator running for power (pretty loud, of course). He didn't see or hear what happened, but he found her crushed and pinned under a couple tresses from the pile that had tipped over on her. She was already gone by that point. We just pray that she was at least knocked out and didn't have to lay there and suffocate under the weight.
This is her the day we brought her home.