Getting a new dog is hard. I got Punky when I was fresh out of college, and she lived with me for a formative decade of my life. She was the sweetest pittie.
Her heart started failing, and she was ok for a while, just slow and lazy instead of spry. But at some point she started aching and biting when anyone jostled her. Then she nipped my son. Once as a warning, then hard enough to bruise next time.
We faced a horrible choice between crating her (she hated crates) and putting her down. I tried to come up with all kinds of things like having her live for a while in our second bathroom, but she was so lonely. And there were no more medical options. So we had to put her down.
I still feel horrible, like I betrayed her. I swore off ever getting a dog again for a while. It's still hard to get a new one... dog ownership is such a real responsibility, to both the dog and the rest of society.
She lived to at least 12, which is a ripe old age for a pitbull. I gave her everything I could. Don't tell my son, but that dog was my first baby. ❤️
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