Sometimes, doing what you have to do, what is the best for all, is the most difficult thing in the world. Today, we had to take Marlon to the animal shelter.
Since we found him abandoned in July this year, living with him has been a constant struggle for him and for all our other pets – two dogs and four cats, some of them quite old. While in many ways he was a wonderful dog (as all dogs are in my heart), he has had increasing problems getting along with other animals, and as months passed he has been developing a very aggressive attitude. Of course, we tried everything in our hands to help him, because we know well that animals only get aggressive when they feel threatened, stressed or insecure, but nothing worked. Despite having the experience of raising several other dogs and cats, and despite the invaluable help of my best friend, who’s a vet and an animal therapist, his stress was clearly noticeable and not decreasing one bit – quite the opposite. We know nothing of his life before he was abandoned, and who knows what may have happened to him that made it so difficult for him to live in peace with other animals.
We knew we had to face this decision sooner or later, and as I said, we tried everything again and again – sometimes to help him, and sometimes (I guess) simply to delay the decision, because we loved him just the same. This morning, he tried to seriosuly attack our little Baba, as she refused to mate with him. This was the event that made the decision for us – the safety and well-being of our other pets cannot be put in danger, and we are only humans and cannot watch that dog 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, to protect Baba. Baba is eight years old, not very sociable, and I don’t want to come back home to find a bloody mess if they’re not supervised at all times.
As people who rescue animals and have fostered many others, we knew of a no-kill shelter and of people who could find him a home that’s more fit for him than ours. With broken hearts, we took him there; the shelter staff where extremely kind to us, and told us they have all been through the same. You just can’t save them all.
It hurts just the same, no matter if it’s the right thing or not. Even if I know the shelter is a clean, happy place with a huge open area for the dogs to play, and that he will find a new home very soon, we feel defeated, exhausted and sad. Please forgive us if we’re a bit offline today.