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Traumatized Why did this have to happen to me? It was a cold, pitch black night in North Carolina and now tears were running down my face. I was seven when one of our rescue dogs had puppies and my grandma drove up to visit, pick one out, and take it home. That night we decided to go eat out for dinner, but my grandma was tired from the drive up and needed to rest so she stayed home. As we got ready to leave we did the normal rounding up the dogs, and puppies, in their kennels. Our eldest dog, Marvel, was still out, my mom went to put her in her kennel when JT, her ex husband, said to let her stay out. He assured her we wouldn’t be gone for too long and grandma would be in the other room resting so she would be fine. My mom hesitated, she reluctantly agreed, but the last words she ever said to Marvel still haunts me, “I’m trusting you”. It was a fun night, we went to dinner then we went to the mall for a little bit. On the car way home as I drifted off to sleep I thought about the fun night we had. The car stop and I snapped awake. I was really tired and I was ready for bed. I hopped out the car and we went inside. That was the moment it had happened, JT was making fun of Marvel for getting her head stuck in a chip bag, and I didn’t know what was happening because I was really young. …show more content…

In my mind as a seven year old I didn’t know to react. I was freaking out and I knew something was wrong. I ran to my room and yelled for grandma to wake up. Five minutes past and my grandma was crying as she opened my door. I asked her what happened, then she told me Marvel had suffocated and died. I was stunned, the dog I’ve had since I was 4 had died. I started to cry and I ran out of my room. I asked were Marvel was, my mom told JT to bring her out. I saw her and broke down. How could this happen to

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