Monday was a difficult day as we had a difficult task to do. With our son deployed, his wife has done her very best
But this dog must have had a brain injury or something early in his life. He was rescued by our son and was extremely lean when he got him. C. nourished him back to "good health" (at least physically) and loved him so much.
But his behavior had become erratic and he had bitten a neighbor, knocked another neighbor down, attacked the other dog in their home several times and bitten the sweet hand that feeds him (that would be C.'s wife). He had become a danger to have around, especially because most of the time he was sweet and cute, but could turn on a dime in his behavior.
So after putting it off for months, the decision was finally made that he had to be put down. She was able to talk to C. on the phone from across the world, and he assured her that he loved her more than his dog, that he didn't want her to get hurt, and that he wanted her to go ahead with it (SO proud of my "boy"!) Knowing it would be so difficult for her to do, we had told C.'s wife in Dec. that when she was ready to concede, we would come up and take him in for her. So we made the 3 1/2 hour drive Monday, cried with her as she said her goodbyes to him, and my dear hubby drove off with him.
I stayed with her and her mom, reassuring her over and over that she had done all she could and that this was the right decision.
Since he was taken to the same place where he had received care, they didn't question the decision: they knew that this handsome dog could really hurt someone. They were so gentle with him, and DH stayed with him, talking to him, stroking him, until the very end. This was no easy task, because DH was one person that he didn't ever attack and that he trusted.
When DH came back, he said that he would tell her as little or as much as she wanted to know. She wanted the whole story, so he began... and got out about 3 words before he choked back the sobs. We all had the tissues going... He told us how the whole procedure went and how gentle and caring the people were.
After hanging out with her and her mom for about an hour, we drove back home. It was a mentally exhausting day, but we were so thankful to be able to do it and that we can be a part of their lives in the difficulties as well as the fun times.
As C. serves our country, this was the least we could do to serve him and his dear sweet wife (who has spent one of the five months of their married lives with her husband). It was an opportunity to be "Mom & Dad" to our new daughter, too.
We will miss Gus, but the world is a safer place now...




























