This was one of the hardest weeks of my life. After nearly a year of harmony, my 2 female pitbulls decided to fight. Or more precisely, the younger one, Genie, decided to try to kill my sweet Layla. She didn't succeed, but she did mess Layla up pretty badly. I was almost going to euthanize Genie, as all of the local rescue groups were useless. Then a friend found a post on Craigslist about a new rescue group 2.5 hours away....Yes, they could take Genie!
All during the drive, she was licking my face. I love this dog so much, but with my disability, I cannot handle two fighting dogs. And Layla has been my cuddle-buddy for over 4 years, so there was no question of finding a new home for her.
The foster parents have promised to stay in touch, and I've spoken with them once since I left Genie with them. Still, it all feels so surreal. Do I grieve for Genie, or not? Has anyone else been through something similar?
I just thank God Layla is alive. She has many wounds, and is wearing one of those e-collars; but she's here with me, on the couch, and last night she slept in my bed where she belongs. I only hope I can forget the horrible sounds of my babies fighting as I waited in my room for help to arrive. Why did this have to happen???