For Mojo

[kungfushoegirl]

Labor Day was a tragic day for my family and me. One of two of my mom's little dachshunds was brutally murdered by two big dogs. There was a hole under neath my parent's neighbor's fence and Mojo (a black and tan ADORABLE AND SWEET puppy) slipped under the fence only to live his last moments being mauled by the two large dogs. The fence was built

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[causeitwasfunny]

I lost my puppy when I was in 6th grade. It wasn't animal attack, but neglect on my parents part. When he got really sick, they didn't think it was bad enough to go to the vet. I begged and pleaded 'cause both of our puppies were sick, but they said they'd get better. Well, my puppy died (I say mine because everyone loved the black one, but that little guy was really "mine") and they took the other one the next day. I still have a hard time forgiving them for that.