Mango J...

Last night my parents called me to tell me my dog Mango had been attacked. From what I was told some loose dog came up to him and grabbed him by the neck and tossed him around. The vet had him wrapped up in bandages and drugged up, and my parents were trying to make him comfortable.

*This is from yesterday...see his little bandages*

Well this morning he is not walking, eating or drinking and things are not looking good. I called my mom to check up on him, and she started crying and telling me he just looked really sad in his little basket and was just lying there. Even my other dog Onrey didn’t want to leave his side.

I can’t explain how I feel right now; I have had Mango since 2000. I bought him with my ex-husband and that was our child. When I moved out of my house into an apartment, I was forced to give up 2 of my three dogs, and lucky for me my wonderful parents took them. I was married to someone in the military, so he was deployed A LOT and my dogs were my friends, my children and my companions, during the many years of being alone.

In the last year, so much has changed in my life and this is just another devastating piece of the puzzle. I am trying to be positive about the situation and praying he will recovery, but I’ve accepted and made peace with him having to be put asleep.

I will also love my Mango J.