30 day Creative writing challenge!

Day o7. A pet that is loved

(This is fiction.)

Stacy named her Avacado

because it was all she wanted to eat the first week we brought her home.

She had a cresent upon her forehead so little Georgie called her Luna.

I called her Belle because she was so beautiful.

Everyday she would come and pounce on me until I took her for a walk,

Everyday after school she would be the first to greet me.

But one awful night, as I lied half asleep,

I heard sounds of robbers as they pushed down the door.

She sprang into action right by my feet as they approached me with guns,

I shrieked in fear as tears rolled down my face,

While she jumped upon their legs and bit them,

But one false shot took her leg,

As the blood spurred from her frail bones, I ran out the door to wake my family,

When I heard the smoke alarm go off,

And see a fire blazing fast and bright.

I couldn't remember more,

Just that my dad dragged me out,

As I cried in fear,

That my little Belle wouldn't make it here.

The fire department came,

And showered down the house,

As I made marks on my dad's arms,

While he tried to stop me from running off.

Then, as the last bit of hope was slipping away,

One brave fireman,

Held her body,

Battered but alive,

And tucked her away in my arms,

As we both dozed off in sleep.