My mom told me about this tragedy yesterday. My response was that maybe her days of being a hero have been fulfilled. God wanted her to rest. At least she went to the Rainbow Bridge whole and not mutilated or hungry.
I don't know if it was the right answer. If it was my dog, I'd be freaking out. Nothing would appease me.
Doesn’t it just break your heart? Look in the face of that dog and after all she went through she still looked so loving and protective.
She died on her birthday at age 14. I had such a special connection with her I said that day that I will never again own a dog. That didn't last as a female Doberman was bequeathed to me by a friend. She's a great dog but she can't compare to the dog I delivered, raised, spent 14 years with and then buried.