Very sad night at the Marshall Household. The neighbor dogs (three large Rotweillers) broke through the fence and poor, sweet Charlotte was attacked and killed. (I'll spare you the gory details. Just trust me when I say that it wasn't pretty.) Thankfully, she was at peace and didn't struggle or cry out. Matt had the horrible task of relieving her of her suffering, but we're pretty sure that she passed just before he actually did. I hate to throw around the word "traumatizing", but that's really the only word that truly fits what we went through. The only blessing we can glean from this is that we're pretty sure she had cancer and would have suffered more from that in the near future. God was sparing us worse heartache, I think.
