I'm a professional dog trainer, often times working with aggression cases. I decided I needed (wanted!) a demonstration dog so I got a Belgian Malinois and named him Enzo 💕💕

I decided to train and compete him in Schutzhund (personal protection training). He was perfect, my best friend. We went everywhere publicly together to train. I gained so many clients wanting to train their dogs in my care.

He learned how to bite on command and attack at just 5 months old. He was getting ready to compete in an obedience competition. But then... he threw up lots of grass and a few errands that looked like a blanket. How is that possible? He's constantly with me and I never saw him eat anything?

So we went to the vet, no biggie. They did an exploratory surgery and found nothing. My heart is starting to hurt. He wasn't getting better. They asked me if he had all his shots. Of course and on time!

They tested him for parvo and he tested positive. I was completely broken. I did everything right (feeding him the best food, getting all his shots, routine check ups) and I feel like I failed.

He died on Valentine's day. I lost my Valentine. 💔 I couldn't breathe. I haven't been able to talk about it until now. It hurts so much. Hubby and I are ttc#2 and ovulation was Valentine's but I have been so stressed... I feel so broken. I didn't make Enzo look good, he made me look good. It hurts when you did everything right, but it doesnt seem to matter in the end. #fuckparvo