Today, The World Is A Sadder Place.
Yesterday Angelina, my friend Alexa and I sat with a sweet, beautiful, elderly Pit Bull and cuddled her, brushed her, hugged her, whispered sweet nothings in her ear, fed her sirloin and cried bitter tears into her soft blonde fur as she died.
Her name was Lacey.
Lacey died surrounded by a wall of love that protected her from the reality of being euthanized in a shelter. She had friends holding her head, her paws, keeping her warm and safe as she left a world that offered her nothing but pain.
Lacey was dumped in the gutter, literally. Left on the side of a busy street by an uncaring bastard who decided he (or she) no longer wanted the responsibility of an old, sick, hurting dog. She had a fused spine (the result of an untreated or poorly treated massive injury), untreated arthritis that made any and all movement painful, fleas, was underweight, had been skunked, and had a mouth full of rotten teeth.
In spite of all her pain and suffering, Lacey maintained her spirit. She was a loving dog, loyal to those who took the time to show her affection. She was playful, fun-loving and smart. Lacey was loved for her strength, her spunk and her beautiful soul. The abuse, neglect and abandonment she suffered did not destroy her, it made her a survivor.
In the end, Lacey's body failed her, and the pain became too much for medication to combat successfully. The decision to help her die was made with compassion and love for Lacey, but it still hurts. We searched long and hard to find a home for Lacey, a place where she could die quietly, peacefully and with dignity. We failed. Lacey died in a shelter.
May her "family" rot in hell.
You are loved, Lacey. You will always be my Loverdog.
Her name was Lacey.
Lacey died surrounded by a wall of love that protected her from the reality of being euthanized in a shelter. She had friends holding her head, her paws, keeping her warm and safe as she left a world that offered her nothing but pain.
Lacey was dumped in the gutter, literally. Left on the side of a busy street by an uncaring bastard who decided he (or she) no longer wanted the responsibility of an old, sick, hurting dog. She had a fused spine (the result of an untreated or poorly treated massive injury), untreated arthritis that made any and all movement painful, fleas, was underweight, had been skunked, and had a mouth full of rotten teeth.
In spite of all her pain and suffering, Lacey maintained her spirit. She was a loving dog, loyal to those who took the time to show her affection. She was playful, fun-loving and smart. Lacey was loved for her strength, her spunk and her beautiful soul. The abuse, neglect and abandonment she suffered did not destroy her, it made her a survivor.
In the end, Lacey's body failed her, and the pain became too much for medication to combat successfully. The decision to help her die was made with compassion and love for Lacey, but it still hurts. We searched long and hard to find a home for Lacey, a place where she could die quietly, peacefully and with dignity. We failed. Lacey died in a shelter.
May her "family" rot in hell.
You are loved, Lacey. You will always be my Loverdog.
posted by Alphamutt at 5:12 PM
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