So I Was Petty And Cruel And I Made A Decision

Thanksgiving morning my mom's Chihuahua was stolen from our yard(it's all fenced in by the way). I posted and shared the post on FB in hopes that someone would return him. Since he's nothing like my mom's other Chihuahua who is country raised and will leave the yard as she pleases and run from anyone that tries to touch her(the neighbors love feeding her but have never been able to touch her). Mom's only had him a few months and he had some health problems when we got him. He had to have two teeth in the back removed, xrays and we were waiting for blood work to come back. In the early part of December his blood work came back and confirmed what we kinda thought he had cancer and because of it's location there's nothing that could be done. So this further depressed my mother who held out hope that she would get him back and be happy again. So a few days ago I received some news from a person that saw my post shared on FB. They took a pic of the new dog their family member had and wouldn't you know it the exact same everything right down to the cigarette burn my mom does to mark things on his tag and collar. Since me and my husband were out and riding through that town which isn't very far (10 mins it's more of a community than town) I asked him to take me over to the address. There was a man and a woman outside and yard was large and junky with other dogs no fence. He was outside and came running over to the car. From out of nowhere this teenage girl in a bikini snatches him up and they jump in their car and fly off the property from the back. The wheels in my head began to churn up old memories. My mom has heart problems we watched a fur member go down before we had him put to sleep when he couldn't get up anymore. She went into the hospital twice during that time. I miss my little brother everyday so I thought to spare us some pain. So instead of calling the cops and what not I dug out my tablet and wrote them a note letting them know that since they wanted to steal him they would have to watch him die. He's got cancer. We drove off and went about our day. I feel so bad he's got to suffer for my decision to leave him there and when I look at my mama but I refuse to tell her I've seen him and that they've even reached out and offered to return him. Everyday I don't have to see her cry or shed tears myself over another furry family member dying of cancer let's me know I did right.

Happier early days when he first came into our lives

****UPDATE**** He passed away. The only reason they kept trying to give him back was because they couldn't make money off a sick dog. They were a bunch of byb that made the news for selling sick puppies and dog fighting.