I used to have a dog and her full name was Queen Blue but we just called her Blue for short. She was one of my best friends and out of all of the pets that I had in the past she was the closest to me. Sure she was a handful and made huge mistakes but on the inside, I knew that she cared about me and my family. Every time I would get upset (don't judge me) I would go cry to her and talk to her I could tell by her body language she knew when I was sad. But one day she bit my brother (I knew she didn't mean it) and my Dad started planning to get rid of her, I didn't worry too much but my dad always would say that and it would never happen but one day my dad asked me to get her so he could take her to the shelter and asked if he wanted me to come (because he knew I loved her the most out of anyone). Before we left I took her outside so she could go potty and I started crying like crazy and I was shaking (I knew I could not go inside like that so I tried to pull myself together and eventually did) I got in the car my dog was shaking the whole way there and I kept trying to calm her down but I couldn't. When we go there the lady at the desk said they did not accept dogs from outside the area (we didn't live in the same city) and I was so relieved and the other shelter said they did not accept dogs that bit someone so we went home, my Dad was mad but I was beyond happy. But one day in the middle of the night my Dad asked me to get her and then he put her in the car I had no idea what was going on until it was too late, my parents abandoned her. I was devastated I knew she could not live in the wild. Now it's 4 months later and I know that she is gone, like I said she was not capable of fending for her self. And to this day I honour her and keep in mind that she is in a better place~♥ 2/3/19 (She was a blue and white bit bull)
