Our new dog ran away this morning. We got her from the SPCA on Wednesday. She was a lot older than we thought (they told us they couldn’t tell how old she was, which is BS). She also had kennel cough, which was a lot worse than it seemed. We think she decided to go find a quiet place to die.

I feel bad because we took on the responsibility of taking care of her, and we failed. I’m trying to convince myself that we made her feel loved, fed, and comfortable in her last few days, and that we gave her the dignity of dying free, but it’s still upsetting.