Dog Murderers

My parents had a lovely black boxer named Dixie. She was a truly extraordinary dog and I fell madly in love with her. And she with me. She took right to me and stayed with me whenever I visited. Everyone remarked how I seemed to be her favorite human. Even though I am a bit of a germophobe, this sweet angel came to me each night to sleep with me in my bed at every visit. Not only did I not recoil, I welcomed her. I loved her and she loved me, too. She was really special. When my parents were not around, my sister and I even set her a place at the table and she sat there in the chair and ate from a people plate and was quite polite and dignified about the whole affair. She was a real delight. Then my parents decided to move back to the old hometown. And Dixie had become an inconvenience due to various circumstances (knocked up again because they were too neglectful to vet her) and they wanted to give her away. I told them how much I loved her and wanted her. I called my landlord and told him about the dog and her circumstances and got his permission to keep her in my apartment with the condition that I pay a pet deposit and give the pups away as soon as was reasonable. I called the airlines and found out the requirements to have my parents fly the dog to me and I was prepared to pay for the whole thing. I wanted Dixie very much. I was very excited and I called my parents and told them the plan. They acted like they were remotely interested, but they seemed a bit undecided and vague about the whole thing. I left them some messages in the following days. They eventually got back to me to tell me they had had Dixie put down (too much trouble to vet the dog and get her a health certificate so she could fly). I was stunned. She was only seven years old and very healthy. Turns out, they found a vet who put Dixie to sleep due to the stress that their neglect had caused (knocked up again because they were too neglectful to vet her). I really wanted her. I would have found a home for the pups and then had her spayed. Dixie loved me. I loved her, too. I wanted her really bad and they killed her because she had become 'a problem' as a result of their neglect. They are murderers. They killed Dixie. She was a good dog and she had a loving home waiting for her. They killed her because it was easier than putting her on a plane. I hate them for that. They are dog murderers.