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He started to turn feral in the last 6-8 months, he would break through the fence or just climb up and over it to get out, he'd run all over the place and would kill things. I'm guessing opossums mostly at first because he use to do that inside our yard, but I recently caught him trying to corner a cat in a neighbors' yard and was able to stop him.
A couple of times in the last month or so he has come limping back home covered in blood with a 'Charles Manson' look on his face. Then the wonderful day came when the dog catcher comes knocking on the door with a $600 fine (for a cat & some chickens) and I just had to say "...... this!, I have put him down for the good of our neighborhood, my family and him."
We had started to get completely stressed-out because of his weekly damage (on top of our normal everyday stress), this was the only solution, but now I feel a huge part of my life is missing. My brother and his wife came over and pretty much gave me the 'You are a monster for killing him' looks. They both were reeking of analogs, but I have been vaping long enough now, the smell (on top of the sadness of euthanizing him) just made me want to vomit.
I had just reached 'that' point of quitting analogs where I no longer look at the usual places I left them just a month back. Now I looking for him on my bed, in his chair and keep expecting him to greet me when I come in or go outside with me.. I know I had to do it, but I hate these feelings!
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He started to turn feral in the last 6-8 months, he would break through the fence or just climb up and over it to get out, he'd run all over the place and would kill things. I'm guessing opossums mostly at first because he use to do that inside our yard, but I recently caught him trying to corner a cat in a neighbors' yard and was able to stop him.
A couple of times in the last month or so he has come limping back home covered in blood with a 'Charles Manson' look on his face. Then the wonderful day came when the dog catcher comes knocking on the door with a $600 fine (for a cat & some chickens) and I just had to say "...... this!, I have put him down for the good of our neighborhood, my family and him."
We had started to get completely stressed-out because of his weekly damage (on top of our normal everyday stress), this was the only solution, but now I feel a huge part of my life is missing. My brother and his wife came over and pretty much gave me the 'You are a monster for killing him' looks. They both were reeking of analogs, but I have been vaping long enough now, the smell (on top of the sadness of euthanizing him) just made me want to vomit.
I had just reached 'that' point of quitting analogs where I no longer look at the usual places I left them just a month back. Now I looking for him on my bed, in his chair and keep expecting him to greet me when I come in or go outside with me.. I know I had to do it, but I hate these feelings!
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