Feeling a little stuck

Thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you
yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often
speak your name. All I have are memories and a picture in a frame. Your
memory is a keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in His
keeping, I have you in my heart.♥ RIP COCO ♥

These last few weeks have been pretty slow. Seems a lot of the corners we turn we are met with a dead end. We have had conversations with many people who hear our situation and want to offer their support and we are continually appreciative, but we are getting a little discouraged because it seems that the people that we really need to impact with our efforts are just numb to it, they don't budge, and they certainly don't ever admit fault. Sometimes I wonder if these people even have a heart or a soul. I have been reading so many stories lately about cops killing innocent animals and getting away with it, people abusing animals in ways that I can't even describe, and my heart just breaks and it makes me miss Coco that much more. He was killed so quickly, and we were not prepared for anything like that to happen. Saying goodbye is something it seems that we have to do everyday, and goodbye just doesn't get easier. We feel like something so precious was ripped away from us, and it just isn't right. We don't understand why people can't just step up to the plate and admit fault. Not that admitting they were wrong will bring Coco back, but it would sure make things a little easier to bear. There is not a day that goes by that we do not think of Coco or remember something he did or remember something about him. He is a memory that we are not willing to ever give up.
The other day a stray dog was loose in the neighborhood and it had an aggressive side. We have children and there are many other children in the area. After speaking to animal control and hearing it would be at least 45minutes until they were able to get there, I called the sheriffs office, just out of curiosity to see what they would say or do. I was told that they don't have the tools to take care of a loose dog. I told the lady on the phone to hold on, wait a second for her to please explain to me what made things different the night those neighbors called on my dog and the police responded and killed my dog? I was hung up on. So, if they don't have the tools to respond to an animal at large, what is the point of them even coming out, or what was their intent when they showed up to my house that night? This quickly made me so angry as I thought about how their so called policy must be one of those things they use one day and throw away the next. I just wonder where we go from here. We want justice, but I just keep wondering what other emotional costs are we going to pay before we get it?