My daughter was bitten in September 2008 at a family gathering. I remember very distinctly having to keep the sutures moist to prevent scabbing, the emotional turmoil of feeling so guilty for not somehow seeing the future to prevent my child from getting hurt, and the agony of feeling torn about what to do to ensure this would have the best possible outcome for my daughter’s future. I am a single mom, and had to hide my tears until she went to bed, when I would lose all emotional composure from the feelings this accident induced. I spent hours researching dog bite cases, how insurance agencies handled settlements, and had no one here on those lonely nights to ask what to do, what the best option was, and felt like the biggest decision of my child’s life rested on me doing the right thing not only by her, but by the family. I know how exhausting that is.