
I can't believe I'm writing this. I've had animals for so many years, lost so many, but I've never, ever hurt anything like this before. Not even close.
Today I took the hardest decision of my life, to have my Rambo put to sleep. With hindsight, we had been kidding ourselves. He started backing off judges over a year ago. In June he bit a friend of mine. In August he was fighting so badly with my Golden Dandy we had to send Dandy off to my mother in law. In November he growled at me. By Christmas he was fighting terribly bad with the other dogs causing injuries.
My husband keeps saying we did all we could, but it doesn't FEEL like it. It feels like I let him down. Yes we had him investigated by the vet -several times, four figure costs, lots of x-rays, and yes something was wrong for sure. What we never knew. Pain. We had him referred to a behaviourist and saw them twice including this week. We had lots of help from a wellknown clicker trainer with more experience than most. We tried and tried and tried. As late as yesterday evening I felt hopeful, so hopeful -we could solve this! We'd be okay! Yes it would no doubt mean keeping Rambo separate from the other dogs, but so what?
Since then everything quickly changed. We had more major, major fights -even WITH Rambo muzzled. His mother Ripley got bitten in an EYE when the other dogs defended themselves. Arnie his neutered half brother was so depressed and didn't even dare to go out for fear of being attacked -again the muzzle didn't stop much. (After all, if the police in Wales can use Malinois despite being muzzled, getting them to headbutt criminals, it tells us something about their strength and determination.)
We kenneled Rambo and he barked non stop. Let him out to give it a go indoors again, and I just bent down to put his muzzle on. He had a go at me. Then again. And again. Couldn't DO anything as I'd got the muzzle on, but he would have done.
Came indoors, he saw my 7 year old son, and went absolutely nuts barking at him very aggressively.
I couldn't trust my own dog anymore. I didn't have any choice.
I brought him in to this world, I had to be there when he had to leave it. I've worked as a vet nurse, I've had so many animals. I've seen it so many times, euthanasia. But I totally utterly lost it. I took Rambo's muzzle off as he slipped away and then I just got hysterical. I was on the floor just cuddling him not wanting to ever leave him. My great big cuddly teddy bear of a dog. I just kept telling him I was sorry, over and over again.
For those of you in Belgians -please don't mention anything to anyone just yet. I will write a detailed letter to several people but mainly the owner of Rambo's dad is going to be very upset indeed and he has to be told first. And I can't talk to anyone yet. Can't stop crying. Of course, we don't know WHY this happened, and we don't put any blame anywhere at all. Rambo was the odd one out -the other pups in the same litter are all fine, I'm in contact with them all. His parents are NOTHING like this.
I just can't believe this has happened and I am so scared I did the wrong thing. I want to turn the clock back. I don't know how I will ever get over it.