Barked: Tue Oct 5, '10 5:31pm PST |
 |  |  |  | I remember the good times with all my dogs. I joined this group so long ago, but now I've lost even more. And not to death, but to my Grandma getting rid of them. The one that I remember most is my dog Dutchess more commonly called "fat dog" (only out of love, not to be mean). I lost my house and had nowhere to live for a while and I was not able to take her with me, my husband and I were separated and he wasn't able to take her either. My grandma gave her to my sister-in-law, not realizing what a cruel person she is. Fat Dog was a nervous dog by nature and the scare of moving to a new place and she wasn't with the people she loved, she started peeing in the house. My sister in law, not stopping to think that maybe she would adjust in time, threw her outside. She quit eating and drinking she had eye goobers so bad she couldn't see she was living under the porch and she was just generally sick. To make matters worse, no one came out and gave her any love. She died in those miserable conditions. And my sister in law had no feeling at all. |  |  |  |  |
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