JACKSON, MI — On Aug. 18, while walking, my two dogs were attacked by a pit bull. The pit bull held on to Su-Z, my 30-pound mixed breed until she lost consciousness. Upon noticing she had gone limp, the dog turned to my little 9-pound Shih Tzu and attacked him. The pit bull grabbed him and shook him to death.
I was screaming for help, and four men came running from their houses with baseball bats. That is when the dog dropped my Shih Tzu and took off. It didn't matter. My dog was dead. Two women also came to comfort me. A man and woman walked home with me as I carried Sparty's bloody and broken body. Su-Z regained consciousness and walked home. Probably if these people had not come to help, the pit bull would have finished her off. I thank these people for their kindness and support.
My son took me and my two dogs to Blackman Animal Clinic. Su-Z had 15 stitches in her neck, plus she had to spend two days at the vet. Sparty, the Shih Tzu, was cremated.
These dogs were much more than just pets to me. They were my babies. In effect, that dog killed one of my babies.
The only thing I could have done differently was to keep them in their fenced-in backyard and not take them for a walk less than a block from home. My dogs were still on their leashes as we went to the vet. No one was walking the pit bull. It was running loose.
I am sickened at the thought of people who fight animals for the "sport" of it. It was the most awful thing I have ever seen in my 69 years of life.
— Marilyn Hoyt