Originally posted by Gwendolyn
Over the weekend, my brother came home from a friend's house carrying a dog. At first, we thought the dog might be OK. He was frozen, almost solid from his waist down. Once we got him in our house, and thawed out and warm, we were able to properly assess the damage. We saw that he was sporting a broken back along with a floating ribcage fracture. The poor thing kept trying to walk, but tragically, wasn't able. It was a sad thing to see. I mean, the dog was scared and rightly so. We soon saw the only alternative: we had to put him down. No animal shelters or animal hospitals were open on Saturday evening or on Sunday, so we had to have my fiance's father do it. The only thing I regret about putting this dog down was the fact that we couldn't do it sooner. It was in pain all night, and I felt so sad that we couldn't do anything about it. Sure, life has value. A lot of value, but then again, so does death. Death is of equal importance and it exists for a reason. So when something dies, I feel sad but in some cases I understand that death is the only thing that save something or someone.
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I allways feel sorry for animals. Suffering isn't cool... God thing you put him down, so he didn't have to suffer anymore.
Allso, good that your brother brought the dog, so he didn't have to die even shittier.

So, wouldn't the dog be better off shot right before he broke all those bones? He would feel no pain.

damn sad story