That wasn't the same scenario here. I fought like hell to keep that tree standing....and wanted so badly to hear a different diagnosis from each new person that came here to look, but all gave the same answer without knowing what another had said before them. It was only a matter of time that that tree here would have come down and taken buildings and a 5k pen down...and hopefully, with no dogs in there at the time. That pen is not insured...and neither is the shed which is more than a tool box...but a small house.... Ultimately, I had no choice....Of course, that saddened me to begin with.... I fight for lives of trees. White Oak tree photo...not the one that was here, but similar to it...photo from bing.... I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer