Tragic Loss Of A Pet...

Having pets can be one of the best things in life, but losing them can be the hardest...

My moms dog, a cute little white bichon cross named Yasha was sadly killed on Sunday. My dad called me that night and was speaking really softly and slow which isnt like him. He said that something bad had happened that day and I quickly thought it was one of my older grandparents, that something had happened to them as they are aging but sadly I got the news that my moms dog, a dog I grew up with had been killed. I do not know much in terms of details, as my dad started to cry on the phone and couldnt continue but I do know that it was the neighbors dog. It had broken through the fence and grabbed Yasha and by the time they broke the pair apart it was to late. Yasha died in my dads arms...

She was 13 years old and I wasnt expecting her to go in such a horrible manner. To be in such pain and so scared...and my poor dad for being the one to hold her as she passed. She was my companion in my teenage years and I cried so hard when I got the news. I just laid in bed all day today, for 17 hours as I just couldnt find it in myself to get up. I have depression and this loss had hit me hard. Im going to visit  my parents later this week...its going to be to hard not to have Yasha there to great me when I come over or sit with me while I watch TV.

All I know is that the neighbours better be taking responsibility for this and pay for Yasha's cremation and fixing the fence or I will end them when I show up on Wednesday. They cost my mom her dog I will rip into them like no tomorrow if they dont acknowledge what their dog has done.