So the dogs went to rescue that I do transports for, as many of you may have seen on Facebook. Sunday (Easter, I might add) the dogs were brought to my house. BIL/SIl did not come. The kids whose parents owned Filbert and Doodles did come, though they did not care that they were losing their dogs...as in "didn't even want to say goodbye when asked" didn't care. Part of me was sad, part of me realized the dogs didn't mean anything to them.
Sunday night they went to rescue. Bless the director, she was working a multi-day hoarding case and trying to get a new adoption center up and running at the same time. Today she took both dogs to the vet and I got a facebook message. Filbert's kidneys had completely failed and the vet recommended euthanasia. He had systemic staph infections that would never completely clear. Doodles had been chewing on him and infected puss was leaking everywhere, toe nails curled into his pawpads and he had no hair with skin flaking off in chunks. I asked if he was even palliative and E, the Dir, said her dogs were attacking poor Filbert and he would have to be generally isolated for his own safety. He was 15.
I made the decision to let him go. It just wasn't going to get any better so now he's out of his misery. I know it was the right thing to do. I know it wasn't my fault he got this bad but I also know I gave permission to let him out of his hell. I am heartbroken. I feel like I got him to rescue to have a shot and, because of the years of neglect, he didn't get it. I wish I could have gotten him out last fall, I wish I could have paid for more vet care, I wish, I wish I wish.
Doodles had a dental, ear flush and groom and is adoptable. She is making friends with other golden oldies at the rescue. She will have some shot at a decent retirement. I've been trying to get a hold of BIL all day with no return phone call. SIL is catatonic on pain pills.
To avoid the drama, BIL/SIL are being told Filbert died from kidney failure. Not a lie but to blame them for neglect is to admit I allowed their dog to die, even if it was to release him from the pain they ignored. I can't do that, not when every day I get a text from my MIL saying how wonderfully less stressful it is to have the dogs in a good place but not their place. I can't. S has offered to take full responsibility but it's not even worth it. Better, in this instance, to leave details out than to confront them about the pain they created.
So here's to Filbert, who was a very good dog, would help you eat anything you had, curl up in your lap as long as your hand was on him and lick your face clean. Run free buddy. You deserved a hell of a lot better and I'm sorry I couldn't do more sooner.
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