I get it, G. I absolutely get it. After I bailed on a 12-year abusive relationship, that partner got drunk and stabbed a friend at the bar we used to hang out at. When he got sent up I had no choice but to take our two husk-mix dogs to be put down.

I was a mess myself, living in a tiny walk up apartment with a junkie where we couldn't have the dogs. The dogs themselves had gone feral and there was no way to find homes for them.

I ache with guilt about that to this day and we're talking over thirty years ago.

So, yeah.

It sucks and I'm so sorry you're having this terrible pain added to all the other sadness.