This whole situation I’ve been putting off writing about because of the immense guilt and cowardice I feel personally. I took the time to earn this dog’s trust and I always had the best intentions. My Grandpa named her La Morena. I didn’t know if she was pregnant from Duke or Keyshu. I earned her trust and she was going to be my dog. Then Cookie and Oreo were getting stupid and territorial but can’t back up their shit. She fucked both of them up but I do feel like they started it. My cousin Frankie came and told me my Tio’s and everyone thought it’d be best to call the dog catcher and that I should tie her up to make it easier for them when they got there. I cried because I felt so bad. There was nothing I could do. I looked for her home I bought myself some time with her. Drove around the area asking people if they were missing a dog or knew of anyone missing one. Finally I thought it’d be the best thing for her than for me to take her to a random place. I tied her to the zip line like a little bitch and had to leave because I couldn’t bear to watch them take her. I felt so bad. I still do. I hope she knows how much it broke my heart. I should’ve just let her go. I was just afraid she’d get hurt. It also hurt because it was the first time I realized how quickly the family can turn against you. Align against you to force your hand. Maintain cordial relationships. Another perspective that was presented was the proposition of how I would feel had it been my Duke that had been attacked. This was a situation that really broke my heart and I have yet to forgive myself for my lack of bravery. I wish there had been more for me to do. It’s important to note that there were threats to shoot her too so it was just a really hard choice for me to make to let her free or not. I genuinely felt she would have a chance. Hopefully writing about it is a step in the right direction to one day get past this. Life wasn’t always easy living there on the property. Family is hard to live with sometimes.