There was a fire. It started out of nowhere and got out of control really fast.
My dog, Bailey, was with me. We were running out of the building but we ended up getting separated. When the fire died and it was safe, I looked everywhere for her under the rubble of the building. There was no sign of her. I cried. I believed my dog was dead.
Weeks later, my family got me to leave the apartment we were staying at. I was walking around the block and noticed a very sick looking dog. The poor dog was so thin and could barely moved. I got closer and I realised this was my dog!
I shouted for my family to call someone to help us get my dog to the vet and to arrest the people who stole her and tortured her!
Months have gone by and Bailey is slowly regaining her strength. She was traumatised and has to relearn how to be the social puppy she was. I was so glad to have my dog back! I don't know what I'd do without her.
