I did it. I took Jackson to the Humane Society and I'm crying and I feel like I'm going to throw up, I feel like a murderer, and, to top things off, somehow or other my blind dog blog has gotten some press and I have two emails from two people who also have crazy blind hounds and they're telling me to hang in there. I needed those today, when it's too late, and I feel like total and utter shit.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry it had to come to this. I'm sorry that the breeder who produced that dog wasn't responsible enough to put the puppy down. I'm sorry that Jackson was an untrainable, impossible dog who almost certainly had brain damage. I tried and tried and tried and I just couldn't take it anymore.
I've had dogs my whole life and I've never encountered anything remotely like this. I suck. I am an evil, evil, worthless human being. There. That's all I have to say.
It's 3:00 in the afternoon and I'm going to go get drunk now.