Quote From: kimbrem I have issues with guilt as well. I share a similar type of event with you.
A little over six years ago, I left my pekingese with my father so that I could go meet my now husband. I was going through a rough time in life and, after talking with my husband for some time about computer things and each other, I felt like it was time to meet and find out if he was too good to be true. I planned on either returning or returning to get my darling pekingese to take with me as soon as possible. I spoke with my father and he said he would take good care of him. My father is a man disposed to violence after drinking, and had not too long before left a sizeable( 12" or so) cut in my arm, not to mention choking and ultimately ended up at the other end of a 9mm I had bought (which I sold shortly thereafter, because I didn't want to end up pulling the trigger). He is not a nice man when he drinks, which is often. This I knew, but failed to adequately consider when I left that sweet, defenseless puppy there.
Needless to say, I went back a few weeks later, having realized my mistake in leaving him and being filled with terror at finding him poorly disposed, I went back to get my darling. I found him with a ulcer in one eye that had eaten to the retina. We took him for treatment, but he was permanently blinded in that eye and forever left disabled and not whole.
The worst part, I have no idea what he endured while there. I can only imagine, and it makes me so full of sadness for his suffering because of my very poor judgement. I can never forgive my father for his injuries. He was defenseless. I am still riddled with guilt for my own part in his suffering.
The best part... my little darling, my husband and I are a very happy family. My husband helps me spoil him by giving him more attention than I possibly could have alone. The spoiled character gets the best of healthcare, the best of food, massages at least every other day, tummy rubs several times a day, playing always and laps snuggles whenever we sit. We carry him outside, down the stairs four to six times a day to potty, since he can't on his own. He has a full life and the vet is amazed at his health. He is still as healthy and happy as a puppy. I am forced to admit my husbands insight is correct. It happened, it's terrible it ever did. My little darling is still the happiest, spoiled, healthy and sweet doggy to ever walk the face of the earth. He's alright, so should I be.
He is now thirteen years old, and has recently lost the sight in his other eye. I assuage my own guilt by making sure that he is well taken care of. He is spoiled and I am happy that way. He has forgiven me, he never held it against me. Animals are great that way. He has never associated me with that pain. He associates me with salvation from it. We should take our cues from them. You didn't hurt him, the stick did. We do the best we can. They love us for it. Just treat him with the best you can and make him happy.
I lived with an alchololic for nearly 15 years. He used to take his anger out on the dogs. I remember him taking MUFF, our 10 year old and holding him by the neck as he swung the dog while walking throughout the house. He even managed to hit the wall & door ways in his anger because MUFF did something that he shouldn't.
Imagine my surprise when he proudly stated how he had trained LUMPY when she was a few months old and had potty in the house. He picked her up, threw her outside and knocked her out cold. He proudly stated she never did it again.
When I moved away from him, I bought a home especially for them. I had a 6' fence around the 2 yard property. Large open rooms to romp in.
They never knew such happiness. And it helped me to move pass the guilt and shame. Now, the 3 are gone and have been replaced by 3 more dogs, 4 cats & 1 kitten (all rescues).
When the 1st 3 transcended, I knew I had done my best for them and that they never lacked from love or kindness. Their last years on earth were filled with play, joy, and most of all knowing that they were never ever again going to experienced the craziness they had known.