Edit 2: Call made, owner sad but not....verbally upset at me. at lot of "nothing can be done now," talk. He's coming by to pick up her stuff tonight.

EDIT: I had a good day today. My stress level was lower and I did my laundry, but tomorrow is Monday and I have to tell The Owner. My stomach is already churning and I feel the panic. I'm not all that religious, but I'm praying...

I kind of mean the title. the last 20 hours have been tragic and terrible for me. I'm about to talk about it.

I have been dog sitting my buddy's dog. He dropped her off Thursday Morning. When he dropped her off I was putting my dogs outside and He followed. He put his little 11 pound dog down and my dogs all 3 pounced on her. The two of us held them off and she was unharmed but scared. I kept them separated the rest of the day in locked kennels as I worked. I did one on one Introductions when I got home and all seemed hunky dorey. I was home friday and everything was fine. Visitor Dog sat with me on the couch all day and when she did run around, the other dogs ignored her. Hunky dorey.

As it was getting late, I put Visitor Dog and Giant dog outside together because they were getting alone fine. I went in to get Tiny Dogs and Lucy ready to go outside on their tethers. When I tried to slip outside to get Visitor Dog, Tiny Dog slipped out first and attacked Visitor dog. When Demian heard the scuffle he joined in. I got right in the middle of it, but I could not save Visitor Dog. They killed her with much brutality. I will go in to no more detail than that. I also have several bite wounds from the fray. Like THIS and THIS as well as some infected ones on my hands.

My father came over to help me clean up. We decided that it is Time that Tiny Dog go. I didn't sleep last night. I was too hysterical and sad and in physical pain and upset and angry. Jordan came by this morning to spend time with Tiny Dog and he took her to the vet that would be putting her down. Lacy came over for me after Jordan left and stayed with me. It was good to have company. I'm still really freaked out because I don't know how to tell my buddy. I know there was nothing I could do, but I still feel completely responsible. My buddy is on a mini-honymoon with his new wife in Texas looking for a house since he got a job offer. It seems to be the general consensus to wait until the day they are coming home to tell them. I've been a wreck and crying and weeping and traumatized and selfishly dwelling on my feelings about it.