Boe's last day

I finally let it go.  Boe was in God's hands.  Then the shelter calls and has a change of heart.  They thought perhaps we were just fickle pet owners I guess. They realized otherwise and offered to pay for the vet procedure since they realized what we already knew.  Boe would never be happy with them and his aggression is too unpredictable.

We took our dog home for a last hurrah. He was so happy.

We must seem like complete crazies because we are telling our dog how good he is and how much we love him and he is so happy... All as we are planning his end.

Poor Zeru. He said goodbye for a second time. This was his first dog whom we had for"almost a whole calendar" as he says it.

Where is the good shepherd in this?
There is justice.  There will one day be peace. There are broken hearts. There is the memory of one awesome dog, and the saddness of knowing abuse created the permanent bad things in him. There is the possible hope that only the good is remaining and he is or will be in heaven. Zeru sure believes so. I'm glad he believes so.