09/02/2026
Nutmeg died today. It was beautiful.
In the arms of a mama who loved her so much, her last breath was almost poetic - both tragic and triumphant.
Nutmeg came from dogfighting. She was supposed to die in a dirty, bloody pit, mortally wounded from another dog who had been forced to fight by the unimaginable abuse of humans. She was supposed to be another co**se, thrown out and left to rot, while newer dogs were subjected to starvation, neglect and torture.
But instead, Nutmeg got to be someone’s best girl. She got years of sleeping in bed with her mom, eating eggs for breakfast and snuggling with her sister on the couch. She got pajamas and sweaters when it was cold.
She got years of being loved so fiercely that when she got cancer, her family fought for her. They bought her more time - through thoughtful veterinary care and love.
And today, when there was no more good time left to give, Nutmeg was eased painlessly and peacefully into her next adventure while her mom stroked her forehead.
Her death is devastating, but it is the biggest “win” we could have ever hoped for our brown-furred baby girl.
Nutmeg lived long enough to die peacefully.
From a world of brutal violence, to being confined as live evidence, to a grassroots shelter in Savannah and then to her mama’s house, Nutmeg’s life is an extraordinary testament to resilience. She was one of the first dogs from a confirmed dogfighting criminal case that Renegade was involved in. She even went on to be a foster sister for dozens of foster dogs, teaching them how to play and hump pillows shamelessly (one of her favorite activities).
We wish she could have stayed forever.
But damn, Nutmeg. You made it, girl.
Nutmeg, in your honor, we are asking everyone to consider taking a chance on another pup like you.
A pup who is funny, loving, gentle and kind. A pup who by all accounts should have never made it but instead, just needed one person to believe in her. 🤎