domingo, 15 de janeiro de 2012

15th Entry

I died today, what I saw was something I never wanted to see. My best friend, not human but yes a dog, only 3 years old dead infront of my eyes. There was so much blood. Why would that have to happen to me, why couldn't I be died instead of him. That stupid rott weiller, killed my dog over food.

I can hardly write this without crying. Seeing the tooth mark in his head, the pond of blood under his face, his face freezed in pain. I can't write more of this. And now when I need someone the most I have no one.

R.I.P little bro, I hope you're in a better place.


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