I know that some will find this foolish for writing here, but I am beside myself - I just found out that my dog died. She was hit by a car.
My parents wouldn't let me take her when I moved out for college, so she's lived with them for the past 6-7 years.
I am so angry at my mother, so so angry. Reba is a giant, gorgeous, friendly, loving rottweiler. I sought her out, picked her out and paid for her, I raised her, she was my dog. She was always connected to me and my mother especially.
My parents live in the country, their front yard is a highway. My mother would let Reba run, she would just let her out - mostly at night, so she didn't scare the neighbors with a giant rott running loose. I can not tell you how I fought with my mother over this.
She knew it was wrong. She used to promise me she wouldnt do it. She'd swear she wasn't doing it anymore. But she did.
My mother took Reba to the dog park (about a mile from their house) every single day, and Reba ran for an hour, this was their excercise.
But she still let her out.
She was my 'rock' in high school, getting through the tough times. She gave me my first cosleeping experience, she slept in my bed.
I know my mother is devastated, and my little sister had to stay home from school because she was crying so hard.
I've had dogs die before, but this was directly related to my mothers behavior. And I'll forgive her, I know, but right now, I am just very hurt.
My parents wouldn't let me take her when I moved out for college, so she's lived with them for the past 6-7 years.
I am so angry at my mother, so so angry. Reba is a giant, gorgeous, friendly, loving rottweiler. I sought her out, picked her out and paid for her, I raised her, she was my dog. She was always connected to me and my mother especially.
My parents live in the country, their front yard is a highway. My mother would let Reba run, she would just let her out - mostly at night, so she didn't scare the neighbors with a giant rott running loose. I can not tell you how I fought with my mother over this.
She knew it was wrong. She used to promise me she wouldnt do it. She'd swear she wasn't doing it anymore. But she did.
My mother took Reba to the dog park (about a mile from their house) every single day, and Reba ran for an hour, this was their excercise.
But she still let her out.
She was my 'rock' in high school, getting through the tough times. She gave me my first cosleeping experience, she slept in my bed.
I know my mother is devastated, and my little sister had to stay home from school because she was crying so hard.
I've had dogs die before, but this was directly related to my mothers behavior. And I'll forgive her, I know, but right now, I am just very hurt.
And how awful to think someone would poison her. I hope for yours and your family's sake, that it was an accident of some kind.
I at least have the comfort of knowing that our dog died naturally. I just can't understand why anyone would poison an animal.
