Coughing makes your presence known.
They are running late.
Whoever said “A man’s best friend” lied!
He was my best friend.
The one who killed him was not the other dog.
It was the cruel individual who used him for bait.
He was stolen from my yard.
Found dead from his wounds on a highway north of the city.
He has not been the only one found there.
A few were lucky to survive.
Traumatized but alive.
But dogs are resilient and will learn to love again.
Footsteps echo along the corridor.
I turn to look up and see the one murders for the first.
It will be an ugly trial but I am here to make sure justice is done.
My dog deserves it!
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