They were found so far apart, with Buster, being the stronger of the two, injured after the first shot, running for his life, whilst being hunted down by this excuse for a “human” being, and then being shot again. I can only hope and pray that this second shot was fatal and that he then did not suffer any more. He yelped even at the swift moves of my hands, always scared that he will be mistreated again as he was in his previous life. When we found him, he had lacerations around his neck from what looked like barbed wire, wounds everywhere, he was dehydrated and thin, hair coarse. On Saturday afternoon, sitting in the back of our van with my dogs, driving to their death the next day, he stood up against the back of the front seats, paws between Marietha and Kobus Jnr’s heads, and those lively yellow eyes darting in all directions as he took in the sights of passing landscape and oncoming cars.
Lady was found scarcely 300 m from the house, just on the other side of the dividing fence, one gunshot wound to her head. This can only mean that she sat still, probably wanting to greet her killer by lifting a front paw, as was her custom.
To all those who have supported us in thoughts, words and deeds, thank you.
To Lady and Buster – enjoy heaven, we’ll see each other again. Ma and Pa love you.
- My beloved dogs killed in cold blood (suletta.com)