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About three months ago, we adopted a dog as a house. Our manager at Hungry Howie's adopted her from a shelter because they were going to put her to sleep, calling her "unadoptable". We renamed her Layla and we all took great care of her. After about two weeks of living with us, she went from being a shy, anxious, abused dog to being one of the sweetest (and craziest) animals you'd ever meet, and she became a treasure of the house.
Andrew is my best friend of six years, my roommate, and the person that convinced me to move to Greensboro. Earlier tonight, Layla escaped outside under the care of Andrew. He tried for a couple minutes to get her back, and then decided to just go inside and catch her later (or something). It turned out to be as bad of a decision as it sounds. About 30 minutes after Andrew had come back inside (him being the only one knowing she was out there), she was hit by a car in front of our house. We took her to the emergency vet, but she was beyond saving, and they had to put her to sleep.
I don't know if I can save Andrew, I don't know if I want to.
Andrew is my best friend of six years, my roommate, and the person that convinced me to move to Greensboro. Earlier tonight, Layla escaped outside under the care of Andrew. He tried for a couple minutes to get her back, and then decided to just go inside and catch her later (or something). It turned out to be as bad of a decision as it sounds. About 30 minutes after Andrew had come back inside (him being the only one knowing she was out there), she was hit by a car in front of our house. We took her to the emergency vet, but she was beyond saving, and they had to put her to sleep.
I don't know if I can save Andrew, I don't know if I want to.