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My brother's dog got hit by a car today.
It's a hard thing to describe. One of those situations where you can never know if you made the right call.
The dog had to stay with my parents (who live on a busy street) because he recently had his first kid. The problem arose when they brought the new baby home from the hospital a few weeks ago. Gator (the dog) was semi-aggressive to the baby cause of all the attention it got. Stole mittens and socks off of it and stuff. So off to the parents house he went. Going out for his afternoon potty break, he ran out after a squirrel or something and was taken quickly. The bitch of it is that my family is left wondering if it could have been avoided. If he really needed to be where he was or if it could have been worked out with him in the house. Maybe he would have relaxed a bit after a while. No one can say.
I risked my ass saving his life once too. Just one of those things that makes you feel like .. "damn. why now? why like this?" fuck.
Hearing my family cry is always hard on me. Josh especially.
When he cries it is the kind of thing that makes it so there isn't a dry eye in the room.
I have to stop writing now.
It's a hard thing to describe. One of those situations where you can never know if you made the right call.
The dog had to stay with my parents (who live on a busy street) because he recently had his first kid. The problem arose when they brought the new baby home from the hospital a few weeks ago. Gator (the dog) was semi-aggressive to the baby cause of all the attention it got. Stole mittens and socks off of it and stuff. So off to the parents house he went. Going out for his afternoon potty break, he ran out after a squirrel or something and was taken quickly. The bitch of it is that my family is left wondering if it could have been avoided. If he really needed to be where he was or if it could have been worked out with him in the house. Maybe he would have relaxed a bit after a while. No one can say.
I risked my ass saving his life once too. Just one of those things that makes you feel like .. "damn. why now? why like this?" fuck.
Hearing my family cry is always hard on me. Josh especially.
When he cries it is the kind of thing that makes it so there isn't a dry eye in the room.
I have to stop writing now.