The next morning, she went into his bedroom, and found his leg detached from his body; his anus had been eaten all the way to the sigmoid colon. The dogs had already ate one of the child’s testicles and scrotum. They had just torn the other testicle out of his scrotum. The mother started screaming, and with the dad, let the dogs out (one was a wolf-hybrid), and helped dad hide his weed plants. She had just found her baby dead. He had multiple pre- and post-mortem wounds. This was an absolutely horrible case. I removed that child’s sibling, and terminated parental rights to him and another baby she had while her son was in care.
When the judge terminated her parental rights to her two remaining children, I sat at the table, cried, and told her attorney, “Sometimes when you win, you lose.” This mother was neglectful, no doubt…but she lost all of her babies; her life is ruined. And I had a part in that. I walked into her home the day after her child was killed, and took her other child. I know it was what had to be done, but I only wish someone had called protective services sooner. Maybe I could have helped her, rather than destroy her lore, and a family would have been intact.