At the Bridge

My Mommy helped me to the Bridge this past Friday. I had an aggression problem that I inherited from my doggy daddy (irresponsible breeder!). My Mommy tried everything she could to help me, but even the veterinary behaviorist said I would never be "cured." I hate to admit it, but I attacked Mommy a number of times - I didn't mean to - something just went wrong in my head.

I attacked her on Thanksgiving night and Mommy knew that she had no choice. She did what was best for everyone, including me. I never wanted to hurt anyone - I just couldn't help it. I always felt so bad after I hurt Mommy, but I couldn't stop myself. It hurt her so much to help me to the Bridge, but I forgive her - and I feel so much better now. I miss my Mommy and my sister so much - I know I will see them again.

I love you, Mommy.

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