I reckon.
That was one rescue that nearly killed me.
I’d only gone over to give her daddy (also Odin’s daddy) a decent dog house so he’d do better in the harsh winters.
But I met her mom and the (surviving) pups and next thing I knew, I got a call that a pup was seriously not well and would I come get it.
Infinite amounts of love invested (and $4000) later, she was gone and there was not a thing I could do to stop what was happening inside her skull.
I have never had anything hurt so badly.
But you did it. YOU did.
And little Halla was lucky to have met you.
I waited 20 years to get another dog. It wasn’t that there weren’t any. I grieved way too long.
Now, I have 3.