I was so sad. When Kyle was saying bye to her, I went to the kitchen and boo-hooed.Then we got to the shelter, and I told the vet about her tumor/bump on her shoulder. They took her to the back, and then he came back and said that when she got hit, they had to give her a lot of injections/painkillers, and that is where they stuck them. They think that it may be scar tissue from those IVs. They said they would look at it and if she needed to go back to foster they would let me know. Then I asked if I could go see her, and they said 'yes.' They were mixing up a huge bowl of food, even though she had already had breakfast. I said 'Bye Roxy...mama loves you.' She started to follow me out of the door, and I said 'You can't go. You can't go.' Then when I closed the door, I heard a whimper.

I cried more in the car, and then I drove home and cleaned up her bowls and crate. I have to wash her blankets later, but my house looks like a dog was never here. boohoo.. She was a good one. Maybe we should have adopted her.
They usually call me when she's adopted and the shelter is about to close, so I hope they call me tomorrow with good news that someone adopted her.