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Shortly after 3PM, on a gorgeous, sunny March day - I loaded Jack, my "Warlock", my "ultimate fighting machine" into my car. We'd been down a long road....he was a "stray" at the shelter. I had fostered him, he had been adopted & came back due to some growling issues. Another family fostered him, as I had someone else by that time. He continued to have those issues.
Knowing full well he would be euthanized, I agreed to foster him again - see if he wouldn't be old Jack at my house, where he could stay forever. After a week - I know old Jack was gone. He almost took off the arm of a family member.
Something happened - whether he was ever used to fight or not I don't know. but surely someone had loved him - he was neutered when he came in, he knew several commands. He was housetrained.
Why am I the only one missing this dog? Where is his family? Don't they care?
None of it matters now, I am forever the bad guy, the one who took his life away. At the last second, he knew, and I will never forget that look on his face. He knew.
He loved Izzy, more than tennis balls even, he loved that fiesty little girl
He loved cuddling at night, waited for me in bed
He always listened to everything I said, it was funny to watch his head flip from side to side as I would talk
Mmmmmm....cat toy
Waiting just outside the vet in the car
He loved the turbo scratcher
http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a103/twtich1/Dogs/?action=view¤t=Jack-o-sarus015-1.flv
http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a103/twtich1/Dogs/?action=view¤t=Jack028.flv
http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a103/twtich1/Dogs/?action=view¤t=Jack.flv
Goodbye Jack. I'm sorry I failed you, but know & understand - it wasn't safe for you here - it wasn't safe for you anywhere. Something in your mind was wrong, and I couldn't let you hurt anyone - you were such a confused dog - you would growl at mom, yet look hurt when he ducked away. You couldn't understand why she wouldn't love you anymore.
Would I do it over again, knowing the heartache at the end of the road? Yes. He didn't die alone, in a kennel. He died with my head in his arms.
Knowing full well he would be euthanized, I agreed to foster him again - see if he wouldn't be old Jack at my house, where he could stay forever. After a week - I know old Jack was gone. He almost took off the arm of a family member.
Something happened - whether he was ever used to fight or not I don't know. but surely someone had loved him - he was neutered when he came in, he knew several commands. He was housetrained.
Why am I the only one missing this dog? Where is his family? Don't they care?
None of it matters now, I am forever the bad guy, the one who took his life away. At the last second, he knew, and I will never forget that look on his face. He knew.
He loved Izzy, more than tennis balls even, he loved that fiesty little girl
He loved cuddling at night, waited for me in bed
He always listened to everything I said, it was funny to watch his head flip from side to side as I would talk
Mmmmmm....cat toy
Waiting just outside the vet in the car
He loved the turbo scratcher
http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a103/twtich1/Dogs/?action=view¤t=Jack-o-sarus015-1.flv
http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a103/twtich1/Dogs/?action=view¤t=Jack028.flv
http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a103/twtich1/Dogs/?action=view¤t=Jack.flv
Goodbye Jack. I'm sorry I failed you, but know & understand - it wasn't safe for you here - it wasn't safe for you anywhere. Something in your mind was wrong, and I couldn't let you hurt anyone - you were such a confused dog - you would growl at mom, yet look hurt when he ducked away. You couldn't understand why she wouldn't love you anymore.
Would I do it over again, knowing the heartache at the end of the road? Yes. He didn't die alone, in a kennel. He died with my head in his arms.