I’ve been thinking, laying in bed about to fall asleep, it hit me.  I killed,  George.  His chain was on the inside of the fence while his body was on the outside.  Somehow he did get through the chain link fence.  While he did so, somehow his waist band got wrapped in that strange way, making it look like someone did that to him.  The stress of being caught like that must have killed him.  Why he didn’t call for and bring him back  me I don’t know.  I don’t understand.  I left him in a space that was unsafe and as a result he died.

Someone would have had to take him off his leash and bring him back on the other side of the fence.  I don’t know what this is going to do other than make me feel bad.  I’d like to be wrong, perhaps the natural human desire to blame someone else has been protecting me.

When I first saw him I thought he had got sick and choked on his own vomit.  He had been having spells where he threw up for no apparent reason..  It had stopped for about a week then he had a bad spell.   a couple of nights agoI don’t know exactly what happened.  but him pulling himself through the chain link makes more sense than someone taking him off his leash and then bringing him back on the other side of th fence.  I really don’t want this to be the answer.  George’s body felt hot too.  He over heated.

All the times I tried to be so careful with him.  Telling Jessie, no don’t put him there, he’ll get hot or some other reason.  I tried hard to take care of him.  I know a wildlife officer.  He’d probably tell me this is why we shouldn’t have wild animals as pets.  I probably would have protected his life with mine, if I had only known.  yesterday I thought I was taking on blame that was mine.  Now I think it was my fault.  Hey, I hope I’ve just talked myself into this idea.  The scene even fooled the police officer.

I really dont want this to be the case.  Jessie told me tonight what she  misses the most is the look he got on his face just before he attacked, with his play attack.  She enjoyed his being mischievous.  I miss him coming up to me, giving me monkey kisses and then pushing his head under my arm so he could get under it.  Now I’m headed back into denial phase again.  He can’t be gone.

I tried so hard to take good care of him.  i found almost no information online, I picked up a few things from Animal planet but mostly he taught me.  I let him down.

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