But I would never do anything like that to mine.

suffered for years with respiratory and ear infections that were blamed on food allergies. I've since learned that particulate pollution can cause both, and both went away when we moved. Because of this, our pediatrician constantly told my parents "no pets".
But by the time I was 13 or 14 we had recovered enough that we were allowed a precious little beagle. She was so small that she fit in the palm of my teenage hand. The poor baby was sick. We gave her some medicine from the vet and she vomited a mass of worms. But even though we took her out of the country, we couldn't take the country out of her and she could never understand why we wouldn't chase rabbits with her, or why we got upset when she treated the garbage can as a treat jar.
But the best memory was when I took up sailing and my mom suggested that I take her along. It was my first sailboat and only 14' long. She was older and quite plump. The wind died that day and I went up to the bow to paddle us in. Pandora followed me and hit a wet spot on the foredeck and went straight into the water. She could swim but she was so heavy the boat moved past her before she popped to the surface. I immediately swung around to get her back and when I got close she stuck out both arms to me because she trusted me that much. I really wasn't close enough and I was afraid I'd go in or tip, but I got her arms and refused to let go and was able to scoop her back into the boat.
It really hurt recently because the middle sister asked me "do you remember that pain in the butt dog we had?" Still bothers me.
Rest in God's arms Pandora.