Post by Fotia on Nov 17, 2005 0:33:25 GMT
I killed my dog! My dad was dropping me and my bro off at our moms and when my dad got back to his place he found my dog lying there, no breathing! He called us and met us at the animal hospital. When we got there he was crying but my dog was nowhere to be seen. As we asked him what happened in muttered in a small voice, "She's dead....she got into a bag of cheetos and suficated. The docters are bringing her in for one last look...." My brother instantly says, "It's her fault!", and points to me. I left the cheetos out, guess it was my fault huh? As I looked at my dog when the pulled her inside the room I was already crying my eyes out. Mine were dreaded lonely, guilty tears....my brothers ho angry tears. I gave her a good rub-down but knew that that special place on her belly would never make her leg thump the ground again....she was dead, all because of me....I didn't want to but my curiousity was greater than greif and my eyes strayed to her face. Her eyes were no filled with the joy and pride I once knew, but glazed over like her throat probably was with cheese. She wore a menecing growl on her face, and I knew that she was growling in the face of death itself, she was growling at me and the curse I had placed on her. I burst into more tears and literally cried a river. I wanted o run,run far far away but I knew that you can't run from yor problems. This happened only days ago and I still cry when I see her image in my head and photos that we have of her on our fridge......
