Yesterday there were 3 dogs who were "adoptable". That is, decent dogs, with no discernible behavior issues, at least not obvious ones.
Today there is one, she is now with me. The other two are now deceased, killed by my own hand.
Annie has youth on her side. And a "cute" appearance. The other two...older and not quite so "cute". (see Annie's pic below)
I feel horrible. I didn't even really have a spot for one more but we anticipate 3 adoptions by the end of next week. One DOES leave today.
So the choice was made - Annie came home with me. The other two...didn't make it out...
But I still feel horrible. I feel like a rescue "snob" that I used to get mad at.