Upon great delight follows great sorrow?

It was a horrible day, despite having started nicely with a long walk up the mountain behind the house with Roman and Djeili, with wonderful view and soft forest paths. 

Then a friend came to visit, and we walked with the dogs and Willow to a waterfall and a lake. There was a shooting range close by. Just when Willow had been wading around in the water, they started shooting very loudly, and he shied, and Djeili panicked. She ended up between his massive feet, being kicked around first and then stomped on. The vet said that actually, he can't have stomped down on her but must have realized and shifted his weight, otherwise she wouldn't have come out unharmed. If he had stood on her head, she wouldn't be here any more. Actually, it seemed that I was even more in shock than her. 

I am so, so grateful for being lucky. It could have been the end of her. 

More pictures (only of the happy memories).