Giving up a pet you love is not the easiest thing in the world, but I felt like I'd ran out of options. it doesn't do a darned thing to lessen the guilt that I felt, and still feel when I think of it, when I left her.
I couldn't leave her outside because she dug up the entire yard (and I'm only exaggerating a tiny bit) AND she bit the neighbor's dog, through the chain link fence. The neighbors were, rightly so, afraid of her.
I had a doggie door installed. She ate it.
I checked into K-9 College. It started at $85 a day. That's pretty much out of my price range.
The last straw? She tore a hole clear through the sofa, and destroyed a nice living room chair, shredded an expensive rug. In one day.
I tried to get her into a shelter here that is a no-kill, but they don't take unwanted pets. Not sure what they do take, but again, didn't find the answer.
Finally I called my vet and explained the situation. I didn't know of anyone who would take her, and I was uncomfortable with giving her to anyone because of her aggressiveness.
So, I took her in to the vet, and they agreed to try to find her a home. I hope they have or will; at the very least, I hope they tell me they did, because that is what I an going to believe. I have to believe that.
I also hope that the vet will let me come back, because I sorta, well, I DID kind of sniffle and sob when I left her.
So now, it's just me and the Chloe again. It doesn't seem to me that she has missed Madge one bit. Which oughta tell me something.
Bless your heart, Madge.
