The Good Die Young

What the fuck... That's about all I can say about this week. On Tuesday, June 3rd my life turned into a complete nightmare. That was the day that I had to send two of my babies to doggie heaven. Unfortunately Evie's attitude finally got the best of her and Pippi decided to not put up with it anymore. It was the most traumatic experience I have ever been through and I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy to experience the shit that I saw. I can't even type this without tears flowing down my face and keep in mind I am at the bar alone so I'm sure this is an amazing sight. I will spare everyone the details and you're welcome. Just know that Evie went very quickly and I have never truly understood the sheer power of a pit bull until that day.

After taking Evie's body to the vet for cremation I had to make the toughest decision of my life. Do I keep Pippi and run the risk of her getting out and doing this to another dog or worse, a child? I knew that emotionally the only thing that could make my heart feel better about losing Evie was to have Pippi's dumb face to look at. I know that's super fucked up because she's the one that took Evie's life, but unless you know me personally you don't really know my relationship with Pippi. She was MY dog and I was HER human. Anyway, back to the decision making. I knew that I could not keep her for my own emotional support. It was a matter of begin a responsible dog owner at that point and ensuring that Ripley, my other dog, was going to be safe. I don't want to hear any bullshit about how she could have been rehabilitated or I didn't do what I could. Fuck you if that thought even crossed your mind. She came to me because she was un-adoptable. She came to me with extreme resource guarding. She came to me with leash aggression. She wouldn't have made it past the 72 hour hold at the pound in the condition that I got her. We worked through that as best as we could, but I can't train the "dog" out of her. At the end of the day she is an animal. An animal that is strong and wouldn't harm a hair on my head but I am a responsible pet parent and until you witness your dogs in a battle to the death then I don't think your opinion is valid unless it's the same as mine. I had to send my sweet Pippi to heaven and it truly was the worst decision I ever had to make, but I do find peace knowing that she went quickly and was surrounded by the ones that loved her.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't cry. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't look at pictures. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish that I could go back in time and stop the whole thing from happening, but I do know that I am so proud that I got to be their mom. I am so thankful for the love and compassion that they taught me even if it was only for a short amount of time. These dogs were my life. I want to say thank you to every single person that text me, called me, commented, sent positive thoughts, even thought about what I was going through. Without your love and help getting me through this I would have probably ran out into traffic so I say thank you.

 

Evie & Pippi, 

I carry your hearts in mine. 

Love, 

Mom

Hug your kids, hug your fur kids, fuck hug a stranger. Life is short and shitty things happen so tell everyone you love them. 

Hugs & LOVE & shit, 

Victoria