Friday night my dog was mauled by my neighbors 2 pitts..

He had severe blood loss & was in shock..

Our neighbor on the other side heard the fighting.. & one man across the street tried to help.. but when that didn't work she went to another neighbor of ours who got a shovel & beat the dogs off of our little guy.. We rushed him to the ER & they wanted $500 down just to look at him.. to even consider him worth saving.. so we drove him home..

I'm not blaming the dogs, I've raised many pitts who were absolute sweethearts.. I honestly hate my neighbors.. these dogs are not pets to them.. they're only an extra income w/ breeding them.. I only wish it didn't have to be our dog..

He's a Dachshund mix~ a little bigger then most & beefy but he's no fighter.. teacup chicawawa's would chase him.. but he was loyal & a best friend if you ever needed one.. he may have been a little stinky but he loved everyone..

He made it through the night.. & another night.. & another night.. but Monday came around.. he stopped eating.. he still couldn't get up & walk around..

So we scheduled an appointment.. and the place we took him was great, the doctor great.. the staff, meh.. instantly they took him in & checked him out.. All I could do was wait at home for any news from my dad.. then it hit.. they discovered he had a very serious infection along the throat w/ all the shredding the dogs had done to him.. the infection was spreading throughout his body & his kidneys & lungs would soon shut down.. they could have cut open the wounds again & clean out everything but it wouldn't stop his body from shutting down.. so I got the call saying I was getting picked up to see him one last time..

The drive was the longest.. but the choice very clear.. he needed to be put down.. sure we could be selfish & take him home letting him waste away in our house till he died.. or we could make it all better for him & let him go.. We held strong waiting in the office.. but then we're called into the little room where he's placed on the table so we could see him again, touch him, talk to him before the doctor would come in & give him the shot.. He explained why he couldn't be saved & said that our dog honestly shouldn't have survived the attack or the first night even.. but he admired our little guys strength to try & hold on.. I held my hand over his side feeling him breath softly & slowly.. the needle pierced his skin & the plunger began pumping it into his system.. it felt like forever.. then it was all in & his breathing came to a stop.. his little body still warm.. but quiet now.. he laid there on his raider blanket.. they wrapped him in another sheet to take home w/ us after getting his little paw prints..

We dug a deep hole in the spot he liked to lay around.. we waited for everyone to get together & lay him down slowly w/ a big long sheet, he laid there wrapped up in that favorite blanket of his.. & we began scooping in the dirt.. placed a small stones on the ground.. a smooth flat one he used as a pillow sometimes as the center.. later we'll paint it w/ his name..

It has been a very exhausting & long weekend.. My hear feeling beaten & bruised.. my body drained of everything..

Stitchers is our dog.. I love him.. & this is what happened.