I believe the injuries were more extensive then the vet initially thought. C is still beating himself up for not taking him back to the vet when he wasn't improving by Wednesday. I honestly don't think there was anything else to be done at that point. He spent his last two days in complete misery and it was so hard to watch his suffering.
Marv was our first dog. We got him as our first Christmas gift together. Marv taught us how to work together as a couple and how to love jointly. He was our first child as we struggled to conceive.
The sheriff and the dog warden have been involved, but neither seem very invested at this point because it was unclear whose property the attack actually occurred on. We are stuck in this limbo place of needing a resolution, needing to feel safe on our land again, but not having a clear path to get there. The entire family is distraught.
I woke up this morning and the bed was empty because C left early for work. Usually, Marv would have taken over C's spot, with his head on the pillow. My first gut reaction was to go in his room next door and open the crate for him. These habits and the emptiness will take a while to overcome.