Why did I let them out? Why didn't I go out with them, not that it would have made any difference? He killed one of my dogs. That thing, in the time it took me to get things together to make tea, killed one of my dogs and left the head on the back stoop. Or threw it at the door. One or the other. I didn't see it. I came home from work, let the dogs out, and went to go make tea. The dogs started barking, and I thought maybe it was the hoodie guy again, but apparently I was wrong. By the time I got to the back door, Patch was whining and cowering as he scratched at it, terrified, and there was a sudden yelp cut off and a thud, freaking Patch out even more. It was her head. Macy is gone. It's just hard to consider, since she and Patch have been essentially my only company over the last year other than Marie visiting and now staying with me.
Why? A ten year old dog that has never hurt anyone... But then that would let in the question of deserving things., and that's shaky ground these days, isn't it? And as to Marie... What's going to happen to her? What are her parents going to think if we have to... She's only sixteen, for goodness' sake. I can only play mother-and-friend to a certain extent. I... I need to go puke.
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