We rescued this girl years before I got my pit. She was on the brink of death for around 3 or 4 days, but she turned around and with some pain medications lived another year and a half. She was put down in the middle of heart failure in my arms. I buried her in the rain. I had a dream about her that night and woke up crying, but it was just part of losing her. We've got a lot of land here so she was free to roam around. I remember once when we butchered a steer (we raise one every year and a half or so), turned around and she was making her way back up to rest under her favorite tree with a damn thigh bone about as big as her