Ripa
Arachnobaron
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Her name was Betty Lou. She was an English mastiff we adopted 4.5 years ago when she was between 3-4 years old (the previous owners couldn't figure a definite age for her despite allegedly "buying her from a breeder", further demonstrating the the incapacity to keep her). Well, last night she collapsed in the middle of the hallway, and struggled to get to the master bedroom where she took most comfort in resting. What resulted in the middle of the night was her expelling a puddle of blood- she must've held it in for so long. Earlier today, we got ahold of a mobile veterinary clinic that operated locally, and they determined she be put down. Right after she left us, she expelled one last puddle of bloody urine- I suspect some kind of cancer but who can know for sure. It hurt me a lot knowing that in as much pain and discomfort as she was in, she tried her hardest not to relieve herself in the house- at that point I wouldn't have cared... The worst part is that I never got to say goodbye to her- I'm stuck 5 hours away from home in a college dorm and was supposed to come back home next weekend for the holidays. I guess there will be one less dog in the house when I return.
She wasn't perfect in the eyes of most people, and I'll admit I didn't think so either when we first adopted her, but her little quirks and physical "deformities" grew on me (and us) after having her for a while. She was most likely one of the breeder rejects if someone were to go by breed standards for this particular dog breed, possibly due to inbreeding. She had a tendency to get a lot of snaggle-teeth due to a prominent underbite, a far more pointed snout for a dog of her breed (which meant smaller jowls), relatively dainty and small feet which somewhat struggled to support her body weight as she grew older, an obvious lazy eye, relatively small ears for her size, and possession aggression (food included). Nonetheless, I still loved her and thought it was adorable when she got angry from going near her bone or toy. Eventually she acclimated to us more and was more tolerant of play, however.
This isn't my first dog that I lost (and definitely not my first pet) and won't be my last. We still have an Anatolian shepherd-mastiff mix who hopefully still has some years left on him. I just figured this would be one way for me to let out my feelings about this unfortunate incident, considering I don't really have a circle of people I can actually do so with in this college.
She wasn't perfect in the eyes of most people, and I'll admit I didn't think so either when we first adopted her, but her little quirks and physical "deformities" grew on me (and us) after having her for a while. She was most likely one of the breeder rejects if someone were to go by breed standards for this particular dog breed, possibly due to inbreeding. She had a tendency to get a lot of snaggle-teeth due to a prominent underbite, a far more pointed snout for a dog of her breed (which meant smaller jowls), relatively dainty and small feet which somewhat struggled to support her body weight as she grew older, an obvious lazy eye, relatively small ears for her size, and possession aggression (food included). Nonetheless, I still loved her and thought it was adorable when she got angry from going near her bone or toy. Eventually she acclimated to us more and was more tolerant of play, however.
This isn't my first dog that I lost (and definitely not my first pet) and won't be my last. We still have an Anatolian shepherd-mastiff mix who hopefully still has some years left on him. I just figured this would be one way for me to let out my feelings about this unfortunate incident, considering I don't really have a circle of people I can actually do so with in this college.