I remember grabbing it with its red fur but now it's white. I remember the fluffy hard feeling of the redness. I start to question why was I attached to it. Is my dog a murderer? I talked going to kill me? Is my dog a murderer of its family? I'm scared now I don't know what I'm going to do my mom's coming home in 5 days to see the dog and she's happy because she needs a support dog with her cancer. What am I going to do am I going to die in this house before my mom gets here? What's wrong with my dog? I bring to the vet the next day hoping you answers on what is wrong with this dog. I drive there and understand my issue. I think of a way to tell the vet the issues I'm having but I don't know how to say it. We arrived at the vet clinic. I tremble with fear walking and seeing the other dogs with my dog. How much my dog stands out from the others.
