As someone whose husband had her dog put down — yes, HER dog, from long before the marriage or even the meeting of--after driving her to long-term inpatient rehab with his narcissistic evil ways, without even telling her or asking her or fucking her with a chainsaw first, I affirm your right to make whatever decision you make and fuck everyone else because I never recovered from having my Sassy-girl ripped from my arms.

❤

Yep. Her name was Sass. ❤