Yesterday was one of the most heart wrenching days I’ve had in forever. I went to the Humane Society to look through the kennels, hoping that Mac had turned up. instead I found an ‘Unidentified Shepherd Mix’ in the DOA book that matched him. Same colors, weight, type, age, collar. Then to have to go home and tell my wife and daughter that our beloved pet was dead. My wife and I cried and Caitlin got very upset. She doesn’t really understand, at 2 years old she only knows that Mac isn’t there to play anymore. This morning she saw a picture of him and kept asking where he is. I think of all the good times we’ve had in the short time we’ve had him (we got him at 7 weeks old, and he’s only 18 months old) :( Going to the dog park, building him a fence and doghouse, roughousing in the backyard, watching Caitlin chase him around :(. And to PG&E: Fuck you for leaving the gate open. You killed our dog, a beloved member of our family.

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