10 years ago I got a dog. She was my best friend. I named her Stella. She was rescued from hoarding situation. She was underweight and stuck in a cage for eight months. I took her home and gave her the best life. We traveled together. We love going on hikes.that dog was my best friend. One day I woke up and Stella wasn't anywhere to be seen. I was scared. The front door was open to my apartment. No trace of Stella was left. Stella would have never run away. Something was very odd. She was a well trained dog.she just wanted run off like that. Many thoughts went through my head that day. But my anxiety was through the roof.what would I do without my dog. She was my best friend. Later that day my neighbor came to the door. I answered. The neighbor gave me a news that would have scarred me for life. Stella was found dead outside in the street. She had run out of the building and ran into a busy street and got killed. I was beside myself I lost my best friend that day. I even made it worse was that no one even showed any sympathy my friends and my family just said go get a new dog. I fell into a deep anxiety and depression.
