Worst Day of My Life
I would never, ever want to re live yesterday. It was a terrible day for me. I woke up at 7:30 to the noise of the dogs fighting. I ran outside wrapped in a towel, yes a towel. My dog zena and maxi (more zena than maxi) were attacking our puppy zeus. I was horrified they were gonna kill him. I grabbed him, rushed him inside to check him out. He had two really bad gashes on his head and neck, and several other smaller ones all over his head. I proceeded to freak out, then calmed myself down enough to attempt to get ahold of kenny, then call the vet to make sure they were open that early. I rushed him to the vet. They said from just looking at it he should be fine but they wanted to clean up the wounds, put him on some pain medicine, give him antibiotics, and something else to keep him from going into shock. So I had to leave my puppy there. I called a few hours later, and they let me know that he had gotten lucky. They were very close to hitting his jugular vein, which if they had hit, would have killed him. He has quite a bit of soft tissue damage and a drain tube in the wound on his neck. They ended up keeping him over night. He's home now and doing good. Once I got zeus taken care of yesterday, I knew I had to turn my attention to the other two dogs. I have NEVER had a problem out of them. They had never bit anyone or give me any reason for concern. They have always been excellent with the kids. They were just really good dogs. But all of a sudden they attack zeus. I couldn't find a reason for it. Yesterday wasn't any different than any other day. They've been on the same schedule for 3 weeks now. It seemed as if they just snapped. Let me first say I am in no way, shape, or form prejudice against dog breeds, otherwise I wouldn't have had 2 pitbulls with 2 kids. Dogs are what u make of them. Any dog can be mean. Anyway, pitbulls are known to get a little tempermental as they get older, it just happens with some of them. Once they attacked zeus for no reason (that I could find anyway), I was afraid that the aggressive side of them would come out more. I couldn't take that chance with my kids. I would never think in a million years that they would turn on me or the kids, but I couldn't take that chance. So yesterday afternoon after kenny finally got home, we took the two of them and had them put down. It broke my heart sooooo bad to do that to my dog. They're not just my pets, they're part of my family. We've had them both since they were pups (roughly 5 years). There were times that those dogs ate better than kenny and I did. I felt like they were my kids. And I put them both down yesterday. I still can't go 20 minutes without crying. I miss them sooo much. They were my babies. I feel like such a horrible person for doing this to 2 young, healthy, good dogs. They were good dogs. I don't know why this happened. But I just kept telling myself that it was in the best interest of my kids to do it. That was the only way I could bring myself to do it. We brought them home and buried them in the yard. I'm gonna put a flower garden over their grave. I just feel soooo horrible. I wish the pain would go away. I wish there would have been another way. Please tell me I made the right decision, because I don't know if I'm so sure about it. Not that it would change anything, what's done is done, and can't be undone. But maybe it might help me to feel better.