Long sad story...that i feel may have been planned by god .
I recently adopted an 8 year old German Shepard mix from the animal shelter. We met while i was doing community service for a traffic ticket. The first time i saw him he was curled up in a ball depressed in his cage.And when i went to let him out he looked at me and no one else with those big brown eyes and would not leave. He was one of those dogs that you tell "you don't belong in here hunny". I immediately named him Mercy after signing the adoption papers...because i believed god drew me to him, and wished mercy on this old soul. They later broke my heart and told me that he had heart worms......so i think "hey heart worms can be treated and hes still got 5+ years left in him. And every time i saw him after finding that out something inside told me this was something i need to do/was destined to do....no matter how it turned out. I often find myself very in touch with the earth and humanity and this was one of those compelling things.... they treated him for the heartworm on a grant at the humane society....they treated him for the heart worm and neutered him....all while he was emaciated....4 weeks after adopting him i finally got to take him home from the humane society...he was lethargic and could barely help from falling into his back while sitting. I have nursed pets back to health from ailments this serious before so i thought i could do it again...the second day of having him i noticed his respiration was forced and troubled.....he then jumped into my lap (big dog by the way....long body) and sat there still forcing his breath and went into respiratory shock and collapsed into my arms, onto my chest...i rushed him to the vet only to find out that my sweet darling had heart failure, fluid in his lungs, arteries clogged with worms and he basically was mortally ill from the heart worms....the doctor never told me he was suffering but that on a scale of 1-4 he was on the high end of death i guess. So i made the decision along with my mother husband and docs opinion to put him down. They put him on the table and i held him till death...and when he died i felt his peace within me...so i knew he was in a far better place.....it stopped my tears to see his suffering end if that makes since......but now my husband feels it wasn't our decision to make...and i don't doubt that i would do it again if the same situation arose because i know in my heart it was out of unselfish and unconditional love for him....in spite of only having him for 2 days. But now im questioning how god sees my act...i know he sees my intentions but will that come out in the end.....my mother put our dog down for the same illness when i was a little girl...so will god punish all of the kind hearts that cared for his creatures? as if it were murder? is it?
was this a test that i failed....because it ran into me as if it were planned just for me....and for him.
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