It’s very hard to euthanize a foster dog, even harder when you love her and she loves you. On July 12, after six months of an uneasy peace in my home, Margo savagely attacked my Pug Clovis, and my French Bulldog Cletus, ever her faithful follower, joined in. There is no doubt in my mind that they would have killed him if I had not been there to stop them. Clovis will recover, but poor Margo lost her last safe haven. There is no place anywhere for an angry little dog that is seriously aggressive towards both people and dogs.
I euthanized Margo two days later.
Margo’s passing is like a storm passing in this household, the tension has drained away from all of us, Cletus is back to his good natured, chuckle-headed little self, my French Bulldog Last Chance foster dog Chino is no longer grumping and growling at everyone. the cats are once more warily patrolling the downstairs rooms of my house, and little Clovis, thank God, although still shaky and sore, is once again bouncing sideways through my hostas and barking challenges at blades of grass.
It’s such a cliche to say, you can’t save them all, but the truth is, you just can’t, and that hurts. RIP, baby girl. I am so sorry.