I put my baby down on Tuesday. Monday night he bit my friend without any warning signs whatsoever. They were on the sofa and when he looked at her, she went to pet him and he bit her hand and was almost going to bite a second time but missed. She's been around dogs all her life and owned a Shepherd so she knows their behavior but this time she said she was scared because of the idiopathic nature of it. Literally 1 minute later while we were in the kitchen cleaning the wound, he was on the floor wagging his tail, ready to play. We've seen a behaviorist for this last year and trainers etc and they pretty much all think he's got some wires crossed upstairs. It's no coincidence that two trainers said that probably when he was a pup, everytime he did something bad or growled or gave signs of agitation, he got the shit beat out of him so now that he's an adult, he doesn't give signs before a bite like normal dogs do. If he does, then they are extremely subtle.
After what happened and a hospital visit, I decided the risk and stress of having him was too much. I've thought long and hard about what I had to do (for several months as you can tell) and tried initially to rehome him to a rural environment, shelters further away and a few rescue groups in the US and Canada but no luck. So yesterday we did all his favourite things esp chase and destroying tennis balls in the morning and got lots of his breath buster treats and peanut butter before we went to the vet.
I know I'll see my baby again someday and he won't have to protect himself. These past few mornings he wasn't beside my bed to lick face when I woke up and he's not here now to clean my plate of toast crumbs. My house feels so lonely without him.
I Swiffered the floor yesterday and put it along with the fur from his brush in a baggy. I'm mad at myself for not cutting a piece of his fur and keeping that. Yesterday I went for groceries and found myself looking for his pawprints in the snow.
My Baby.