Mourning

BubbaSo it was decided, by guilting of another family member, that the shihtzus got put down. And this person who decided, decided to guilt my mom into putting down the shihtzus. So on Thursday, they went to the rainbow bridge. Or puppy heaven. Whichever you think they go to. I know that despite the fact that they were shitheads, they'll go wherever all animals go. And I do miss them. A lot. They were assholes. But it's hard. Really hard. They were a part of my life for around 10 years. They were about 12 years old and had a ton of health issues, plus aggression as well. 

Meeko, the one who caused my last bite. He couldn't go up the stairs, was mostly blind and had bitten me twice (leaving marks/wounds) within the last three months. 

Bubba, the one who caused my moms last bite. He would shiver in like 90 degree weather and was only happy if he was laying directly in the sun on a hot day. Had so many skin issues that he would bite his back raw, despite dietary changes and regular baths. Partially blind and has lost most of his teeth so he couldn't eat much. 

Both of the dogs would aggressively go after people. Bubba would growl if we walked near him and has bitten me and latched on like a freaking piranha because I set my foot down off of the couch and he was a foot away.  Meeko would do the same things. It was incredibly frustrating. 

And now they're in heaven. Not what I would have chosen, but it wasn't my choice since they aren't my dogs. I tried to find them new homes and the rescues I contacted that dealt with hard to deal with dogs said that they wouldn't accept them. So basically I just have to think that they're heaven's dogs now. I wanted to rehome them. So their home is now heaven. And it hurts. They were a part of the family. It's amazing what guilting someone can do. ],=