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It all started perfectly normal.
My family and I were traveling in our nice Nissan Quest (the van that isn't mine) when suddenly, all of us lurched forward a little, and we rolled over something. Turns out, a deer hit us. The front right side of the car was destroyed. The bumper on that side is connected to nothing, the lights are gone, and there's something wrong with the engine (radiator? I don't even know). Thanfully, the tire and wheel are still ok.
Once the tow truck came, we went to Oklahome City, which was about 50 miles away at the time. After a strange ride in the van, due to the fact that the vehicle was tilted up about 20 degrees, we arrived in OK City. Things were still ok, my dad rented a car, we took the Nissan to the dealer to be fixed, found a hotel and slept. Turns out, this rental car doesn't have an alarm. So, at 8 in the morning, we discovered that someone had broken into our car by forcing the driver's side window open.
We saw it all on the security camera. Two men in a red SUV broke into our car at 4:10 A.M. and left at 4:14 A.M. All we could see was the car; the robbery occured too far away from the camera to adequately ID these men. With them, they took my mother's clothing, my sister's clothing, my dad's clothing, my senior pictures (not the ones you all have, the other bigger ones), my mother's photo album, the camera, the camcorder, a few other things, and Muhan. It turns out that dognapping does exist. Now, we couldn't actually see this on the camera, but since we couldn't see Muhan walking away from the car and we didn't find Muhan in the car this Muhan, we figured that he was taken. The officer said we had no chance of finding these thieves unless they stole again (which was likely) and they are apprehended. There's nothing we could do other than wait.
Now we're back home, repacking, going shopping (because Grace lost most of her clothing that still fits her), and living. We leave again tomorrow morning; hopefully, we'll reach California by Saturday evening, in time for my brother's Taiko concert.
But it doesn't matter, does it? All the clothing and the equipment, it doesn't matter. Muhan's gone, and it hurts just to type his name. I should write a song. I'll call it I Left My Heart in Oklahoma City. What an awful place to leave something so important. I know the chances of finding him again are a million to one, but I can always hope, foolishly albeit.
But maybe I should be happy. We've had Muhan for a good, enriching 8 years. There are some things in life that should be shared, and I guess my dog is one of them. If he's treated well, he'll stay where he is; Muhan's like that. I hope that's what happens. I hope people treat him with the same love he'll show them.
In the meantime, my family's incomplete, and it'll be even more so once I leave. According to a newspaper article viewed The Itchy and Scratchy Show , you need your heart to live. If I left part of my heart in Oklahoma City, then I died partially today.
This is everything; this is the whole story. Muhan's gone, I'm crying, and only a perfect sequence of events will bring him back.
I know you're upset, and you know that I'm upset, but do me a big favor. Never talk to me about Muhan again.
Just don't. You can give me a hug, tell me how sorry you are.
Just don't say his name.