Oof. I gotta get this out. I am sitting in my car, in an underground carpark, crying, and sending words of comfort to strangers online... when really, I need some of that, I think. Vale Cuda. Honestly, I feel gutted out. Some folks will find this/me ludicrous, I'm sure. This doggo came into our lives just over one month ago. And now he is gone. Deemed unsuitable for re-homing, and euthanased. As noted, he was very dog-aggressive, and ultimately attacked a friend's dog (now on the mend, thank goodness). Back at the shelter, he did not pass his subsequent behavioural assessment. Now, I KNOW we were very lucky and things could have gone far, far worse, and I feel highly chastened by that. But this dog, man... for somewho who feels - is - misunderstood by others on the regular, and is as a result isolated and lacking, well, a lot of the comforts of close friends, family and community... he brought me a lot of comfort in that short time he was with us. I don't know what happened in his life that made him the way he was. But I could definitely empathise with him. He just wanted his people. His cuddles. A comfy sofa to lie like a graceless goofball on. I miss him. I feel like I failed him, big time. π₯ How do I explain to Jovy that this is ultimately what happens if you make a mistake, or can't control your impulses... and your humans... your grown-ups... your community can't support you in the ways you need? How, if you can't conform to how society needs you to be, you can be "disappeared"... how, were I not human, I might be disappeared for these reasons, too (and I'm well aware that this literally happens to humans in some places). This hurts, man! π (at The World) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnnreiPSKfjB9o4dQBCXjUAK-vCvBJJu8X6Jo40/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=