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My god why?
18 years ago
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Last night, my heart was torn from me, not for the first time either. The first time it didn't hurt as bad, the first time it was temporary and my heart was returned with a little wear and tear.
But not this time, I feel it been torn from me and I'm left gasping for air and ridden with grief. I may get over it, and come to terms with what happened. But my faith in people has been abused and I don't think it'll ever be as it was before.
It's about my dog, who is a son to me. Literally, Rufus and I cannot have children of our own, nor do we wish to have any. Instead we had Loki, our son. The first time I referred to was someone physically went on my mate's property to remove Loki (our dog) and stole him away. At first everyone thought that Loki just got free and was roaming. But the facts didn't add up, and he wasn't coming home which he NEVER strayed far. He had a metal linked leash that had a latch that didn't come loose easily, and his food bowl and toys were missing. Obviously, someone took them. Nearly two weeks later, and still no sign of Loki. Rufus and I drove all over San Antonio to find him, and no luck....except one day that a man approached Rufus saying he believed he had seen Loki. What touches me is that the old man, spoke no English, and yet was trying to contact us to help us get our baby back. He drove Rufus only a few blocks away to a home were Loki was tied out front.....along with his food bowl and toys. Yet they had the GAUL to tell us that they "found" him. In the end we got Loki back, we were so happy.
The second time I referred to was last night...I received a call from Rufus, "[Daemon], I think I have so bad news". At first I thought it was his grandmother who is dying of cancer. Here I am in Florida, listening to the love of my life tell me "Loki is dead." I felt like I was on Neptune while Rufus was back in Texas. His mother called his as he was in a movie theater, and told him that Loki was poisoned, he died within 30 seconds of ingesting the poison from his water bowl outside. His body continued to convulse for four minutes after he died. Again here I am, I've just been told that my son didn't just die, but was purposely killed. I shut off horribly, and felt is if I wanted to disappear, all faith I had in people has been destroyed. Not once but twice, someone has hurt me through my son, and now he is gone. There will be no way I can come to terms with this, and I haven't seen my son for a month, and I never will again.
But not this time, I feel it been torn from me and I'm left gasping for air and ridden with grief. I may get over it, and come to terms with what happened. But my faith in people has been abused and I don't think it'll ever be as it was before.
It's about my dog, who is a son to me. Literally, Rufus and I cannot have children of our own, nor do we wish to have any. Instead we had Loki, our son. The first time I referred to was someone physically went on my mate's property to remove Loki (our dog) and stole him away. At first everyone thought that Loki just got free and was roaming. But the facts didn't add up, and he wasn't coming home which he NEVER strayed far. He had a metal linked leash that had a latch that didn't come loose easily, and his food bowl and toys were missing. Obviously, someone took them. Nearly two weeks later, and still no sign of Loki. Rufus and I drove all over San Antonio to find him, and no luck....except one day that a man approached Rufus saying he believed he had seen Loki. What touches me is that the old man, spoke no English, and yet was trying to contact us to help us get our baby back. He drove Rufus only a few blocks away to a home were Loki was tied out front.....along with his food bowl and toys. Yet they had the GAUL to tell us that they "found" him. In the end we got Loki back, we were so happy.
The second time I referred to was last night...I received a call from Rufus, "[Daemon], I think I have so bad news". At first I thought it was his grandmother who is dying of cancer. Here I am in Florida, listening to the love of my life tell me "Loki is dead." I felt like I was on Neptune while Rufus was back in Texas. His mother called his as he was in a movie theater, and told him that Loki was poisoned, he died within 30 seconds of ingesting the poison from his water bowl outside. His body continued to convulse for four minutes after he died. Again here I am, I've just been told that my son didn't just die, but was purposely killed. I shut off horribly, and felt is if I wanted to disappear, all faith I had in people has been destroyed. Not once but twice, someone has hurt me through my son, and now he is gone. There will be no way I can come to terms with this, and I haven't seen my son for a month, and I never will again.
were still a family and loki still walks next to us he will always be there dae always