No! You are not despicable! You're taking care of you and your two. The pound is pretty skilled at making us feel like crap . .

Sounds like your son dumped his poo on you cause he knows you're a softie for dogs.

I would probably mail it back to him.... but that's just me. My only pet at present is a large pet rock (very low maintenance, no training needed.)

So sorry, I ban you from labeling yourself despicable. Label would only apply if they were really your dogs. You are not mother of all dogs.

Am sorry about your ancient doggie, too bad about the dog years thing.

If your son is old enough to have ex gfs who he let give him their dogs, and old enough to move out of state, but didn't deal w/ his responsibility about said dogs. No arfie, the court of letitbe3 finds you innocent.

And being such a sucker for dogs too often gets me suckered in to doing other people's dirty work.

Sigh. I guess some things SHOULD be hard.

We are doing the best we can with the resources and energy that we have. As much as we love animals, we cannot rescue and save them all without sacrificing our own well-being. This is hard to accept this fact for me, but in reality, I cannot effectively keep taking care of more pets and manage my own life, either. You are not despicable. We understand.

No, you are not despicable. You have to take care of your own, the two you have. Now, your son....we don't speak ill of someone's children. Don't feel guilty. You did the best you could and more than most would do. The gf dumped them on your son who dumped them on you, right. Either she or he should feel guilty, but they don't, I'm sure. Your love for animals is admirable. You take care. You did the right thing.

If you want extra overload responsibility you can adopt me. :-)

I love animals, love nature and am completely against mistreating animals. But there are some people out there that try to make people feel bad if one says anything negative about any animal, especially dogs.

No, you're not despicable. Some people are just nuts.

I used to have a dog named Louie, some sort of beagle mix. He would chase one of my cats and several times he pinned her down and pulled out hair and once she got some really serious bruising and he sprained his paw. I kept Louie on a tie down in the house when I couldn't monitor him and there was a room with a gate across the front of it where my cats had a safe spot. I adopted Louie when he was 5-6 months old. He'd been abandoned at the shelter as a puppy and had been born with distemper. Evidently the treatment is very painful. He had some issues physically. When I got him I intentionally walked him past some of the cats outside the shelter and he had no reaction. Anyway, one day I stepped outside momentarily to get a package or talk to a neighbor or something. I came in and he and my roommate's greyhound (brand new to the house) had attacked my cat and were both biting her. At that point she'd already gone into shock. I raced to a local vet and she had been hurt so badly that I had to let her go.

I had no choice at that point and took Louie to the local pound. I felt incredibly upset. I'd never given a dog up before and to take Louie to a shelter when he'd grown up in one was traumatizing to me. I felt so guilty and sad and every other emotion out there. I was in tears at the shelter when I was leaving. I was sure he wouldn't understand why I'd left him there and feel abandoned and everything.

I called the shelter to check on Louie frequently and everyone had fallen in love with him and he was staying out by the front desk. Next I heard that one of the shelter workers had started taking him home daily and would only bring him to the shelter if people made appointments to see him. She actually had turned down some people she thought wouldn't be right. This made me feel so much better, knowing he was not in a cage and that the woman was being choosy about who Louie would live with. Finally I heard he'd been adopted. I ran across the woman at a dog event a few months later and asked if she had heard anything. The woman who took him had been taking him for car rides and cuddling up with him and taking him for walks and all. It was such a relief to know that he had adjusted to a new home. I still miss Louie terribly. I had him for 6 years and tried to make it work with him and my cats. But I know he is in a good home.

You cannot save every animal and it is terrible that your son expected you to take on dogs he was responsible for. You have two of your own dogs to care for and you did the right thing. Hopefully the dogs you took to the shelter had the same experience as my Louie and ended up in good homes and are being well cared for by people who actually want them, rather than your son who evidently didn't care. I don't think you are dispicable at all and if your son gave you a hard time about it then he was out of line. If he didn't want the dogs going t6o the shelter then he should have been responsible enough to care for his own dogs or make other arrangements for them. He now has no right to say anything. He put you in a situation you could not handle and you did right by those dogs. The shelter will do their best to find the dogs homes. Even kill shelters try to get the pets adopted. Please don't be so hard on yourself.

I was awful on myself for a very long time, but Louie was my own dog who I'd had all his life except when he was at the shelter. I still wish I could have kept him, but I had another cat and I couldn't take the chance of Louie killing that cat too. You have given those dogs the best chance to end up in homes that want them.

No, there is nothing wrong with you.

It's hard, but that does not mean it was the wrong decision. You could have done a LOT worse (let me count the ways - let it starve to death, let it run lose until it was killed or taken into the pound in a terrifying way, fond a questionable home where it wouldn't have been well taken care of, etc). Hopefully a good home will be found for the dog, and if not, it'll have a humane death. And that's okay.

Your best is good enough.