I couldn't bring myself to write this yesterday. Writing it makes it seem real and it feels like a bad dream.
Zappa was not here when we got back from holiday early hours of Monday morning - and didn't show up all day Monday. On Tuesday morning John searched all around the nearby bush and then found his body on the beach.
Piecing together what friends and neighbours heard, it seems a stray dog chased him towards the beach on Sunday night and he drowned. He had bite wounds on his legs. We were on our way home at the time it happened.
He had such a wonderful personality and was a big part of the family. We have buried him next to BotBot. We are all devastated.
Our lovely lost boy.
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