Six months ago I was hospitalized for a severe depression which left me helpless and not able to look after my two dogs. Otino a 10year old scott terrier,who I had been keeping for 8 years since I got him from an animal shelter in Malta (europe),and Kikka a 7 year old female mixed belgian sheperd.
Because nobody could take care of my dogs whilst I was in hospital
they were put in an animal shelter in Malta.
I had spent nearly 4 months in the mental hospital and regurarly phoned the animal shelter asking about my dogs. The caretaker always told me that they were fine but were missing me.
After leaving the hospital I went to pick up my dogs,and was shocked to learn that Otino died 3 days before of heartache and malnutrition,whilst Kikka was still alive but in a desperate state(skin and bones). Kikka is now healthy and doing well, but I am desperatly in pain because of Otino's cruel death. I miss him terribly and feel helplessly guilty for being hospitalized
whilst my edogs where suffering so much.
Thanks for allowing me to vent my feelings on this website.
Love to all, Pierre.