I am washed away into a whirlpool of death.
I was in a merciless hurtful daze.
I heard my dad yell my mom’s name,
and I dizzily walked out of my room.
I gazed down at the blood drops on the floor.
I screamed twice.
Two high pitched ear piercing screams.
At first I thought it was my dad that had gotten hurt,
but then screaming thoughts raced through my mind.
KODAK! My poor puppy, only 6 months old.
Gallons of tears streamed down my face.
Is this a dream?
We speed down the road, driving to the vet.
My dad’s assurances warmed my heart. Hope swelled through my body.
But… No! There was no hope; she was gone.
And what I experienced after