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You know... For a few hours, I forgot about it, and felt happy... Then when I walked through the door to my house again... I remembered... My Mother broke down fucking crying because of the piece of shit who shot my dog... Whoever killed him is going to pay for this, I don't care why they did it, they killed one of the few things in this world that I still loved... They basically shot a toddler with sharp teeth, there isn't an excuse for that. Maybe if it attacked them, I'd understand, but his teeth were whiter than mine, so he didn't do SHIT... My home feels like it's just a fucking Prison that I can leave now... I don't have a home anymore... I have a house...