It's with a sad heart I have to write this. I haven't even been able to think about it much or know how to start it. A week ago today Jasper passed away in his sleep. I saw him at 2 AM when I went to bed, and at 7 AM he had passed away underneath my porch. We have no idea on the cause, wasn't acting sickly and seemed perky and happy when I went to bed. We weren't in a position to have a necropsy done, so Jasper is resting peacefully in my backyard now. My oldest son is devastated by his loss. Lily, where do I start? Other than I should have had her PTS myself instead of rehoming her. Yeah I should have let the ones who thought I was insane to do so complain to me, because it ended up much worse. I'm writing this early because I know her end is near. She is at the Humane Society, they contacted me because her microchip still had my contact info on it. She got into a fight with another dog and bit someone when they broke the fight up. Since I no longer have her shot records (given to the new owner who at this time cannot be located) she is in quarantine until the 23rd and will be euthanized at that time. Her new owners moved after getting her, and their phone number is disconnected. I've emailed them and given all the contact info I had to the humane society...I'm rather heartbroken it is going to end like this. It was an injustice to her to rehome her (to people who work with a pitbull rescue no less) and for that I'll always feel guilt. Wolfy...he was my mother's dog but deserves a moment himself. At least two of her other dogs ganged up and killed him on Thursday, no apparent reason and no prior problems.