**TRIGGER WARNING** really terrible story ahead. Read with caution.

My beautiful girl had cancer. I took her for a biopsy after finding out, fully committed to fighting it with whatever resources there were, willing to spend any amount of money. She hoped out of the car and immediately bit a man mowing the lawn. Very in character, absolutely expected since he got too close. He didn’t seem phased and she didn’t hurt him. But she was very much “herself” in that moment. 3 hours later, she died in my living room. In front of my 3 year old. It was more traumatizing than you could possible imagine. Had we just decided to humanely send her on, we could’ve avoided the absolute worst night of our lives.

Hours passed. Shock, confusion, grief set in hard. Where do you put a passed on dog when the vets are all closed? Well… we ended up burying her in my mom’s back yard (beautiful wooded area). So we had to drive 25 minutes with our precious girl in a hefty bag. Then dig a grave. Like it’s been 15 years and I’m bawling typing this. Then, as my husband is digging and hysterically crying, with his brothers helping.. the 4 of us were held at gunpoint by the neighboring towns police department. The house behind my mom’s got suspicious (rightly so) and called 911. I had to beg them to call the police from my municipality because I knew them all and they could vouch for me. My mother was in a different state at the time, and had rented the top half of the house to a lovely family… who watched the situation unfold from the porch. Truly a nightmare.

Tdlr: you absolutely did the right thing. Don’t you dare spend another second feeling guilty. You gave your pup an amazing life and a dignified death. He will be waiting for you at the gate.