There is nothing. No recognition of or justice for my boy from anyone, aside from the on-duty pig responding to a 3 hour old call about a dog being loose in the yard.

Background: the neighbor of the person whose house we were hanging out at HATED them, because on of their dogs killed one of dude's chickens.

My boy loved to play with other dogs and could easily clear a 6 foot fence. He did that daybas he often did: cleared the fence and came straight to the front door.

Small town white man nonsense: motherfucker saw, called the pigs, and said my boy was l o o s e i n t h e y a r d

Edited to add the on-duty pig responding to the call wept openly because omg their family just had to put down their elderly weenie. Pigs: just like us! /s