I found the above "interesting" because, as many of you know, I made the decision to put our Sparky down last December. Putting down a furkid is NEVER easy. Putting down a physically healthy furkid... beyond imaginable.
We worked with (and around) her for 8 years. We loved her. She had a wonderful sweet side to her, as well as the "dark" side.
However, we often felt she was an accident waiting to happen, but hoped we would find the "fix" before...
Fast forward:
She was determined to kill Lacy dog that dreadful morning. The accident waiting to happen... happened.
I always felt that we failed her. "There are no bad dogs, just bad owners." I looked into her eyes. I told her I was sorry... and then I told her good-bye. The dog that looked back at me... wasn't the "dark" Sparky. She closed her eyes. I heard a "sigh." She was gone.
Among all the emotions, there was also relief. Relief that Sparky's tortured soul was at peace.
By the way, I know the author is not referring to the same kind of relief I mentioned above. I just don't want to "go there," at the moment.