Cece was a loving Pit Bull.

I took her to the vet to have an assessment on her as to whether or not she might have tendencies toward hurting anyone, though I had never seen that in her the few months I had her. She had been tied to a tree most of her young life (she was two) with no socialization whatsoever and was as wild as a March hare, but still not mean. He told me she was a liability waiting to happen and it would take years before she settled down, if ever. Then I told him she was deaf and he said “You know that I am right.” Well, I had used this vet for over 15 years and trusted him completely. I had her put down and I can honestly say that was and still is the worst day of my life. The fact that I accepted his decision because he was the vet and knew all about dogs is something I will never forgive myself for. I just wish he had said “Why don’t you wait and think about it?” I would have listened to his decision just as I did to end her life. I still miss her even though it has been three years.

Below is the poem I wrote for Cece in my grief.

For Cece

My little girl lies cold in the ground

Cruel are the seasons yet she makes not a sound

Time is the enemy we cannot escape

As I wake to each dawn, myself I berate

When shall I see you? Will you ever be found?

My little girl who lies cold in the ground

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Posted August 22, 2008