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  • So I was out walking with my little dog Shylee and my friend Brian
    We were taking a Sunday evening stroll to the pond
    We walk every day... Shy's favorite time of day.
    She loved it almost as much as she did her nightly belly rub. We were constant companions.
    Best friends...big love.
    I rubbed her belly...she brought me joy.

    Anyway, we were walking Sunday evening.....Shylee heeled....do you know that term?
    She walked with me...mostly beside me, but some times a bit ahead or a bit behind...
    or slowing to smell the flowers and I'd slow too.

    I saw the car coming up the country road
    dirt road
    cars travel slow
    neighbors on these back roads wave hello
    I called Shylee to me...she knew the drill...
    car comes, come to me, and sit until released.

    She was 3 feet away when the car slowed near us
    It was a white jeep
    the open kind...roll-bars and such.
    A big black Great Dane jumped out and had Shylee in it's mouth before my brain understood what was happening...
    Hell descended down on Shylee as the Dane took her whole body in it's mouth
    and shook her and shook her...
    and shook her

    I screamed and kicked at the dog
    and pleaded for it's owner to help
    screamed at him...
    Please help me!! It's killing her!!!
    I said over and over again...as I tried to save Shylee while watching it all from above in horror......
    like a movie

    It seemed an eternity before he moved in and pulled his 150 lb dog off of my 16 lb dog....
    but not before it barred it's teeth at me...sizing me up
    when he pulled the dog off out jumped a German Shepard and it was on Shylee before either Brian or I could get her.
    A tag team.
    And again the man could not call his dog off...
    could not control it
    could not control them
    the Dane was not done with it's mission to kill and in a split second jumped back out of the jeep
    shaking Shylee again...both dogs attacking
    somehow...someway, Brian was able to get in and grab my sweet sweet baby and he ran with her

    The man told me that if Shylee had been on her leash his dogs would not have attacked her...
    Then he asked me Shylee's age...10
    Then he said...sorry. But your dog is fine
    and got in his jeep and drove away....
    no offer of help
    no remorse

    And no, we didn't get his name or license number
    we were in shock at the sudden violence we'd experienced...
    all I could think of was Shylee.....

    I want to see this man...
    I don't want retribution
    not of the violent kind
    or even money for the cost of having Shylee euthanized because as the emergency veterinarian explained...
    his dogs shook her with such force and violence, compressed her small body with such strength her insides were torn, shredded, not where they were supposed to be but still all contained inside...
    pushed out between her ribs
    prognosis not good
    she would suffer
    was suffering
    unlikely to recover

    I cannot express the pain that came with those words...
    because there was so little blood I had so much hope she would be alright
    I so wish I could have explained to her how sorry...
    how much she was loved
    how much I would miss her
    how perfect she was
    the love...love

    No, I don't want to do anything to this man...
    tho many have suggestions for me
    for this man who shouldn't be allowed to have dogs..
    I want his dogs removed from his lack of care
    I can't help but to wonder what would have happened had it been children walking their dog in that moment...

    and I want to look him in the eye and tell him Shylee is not alright
    that she didn't deserve that kind of death...that fear and pain.
    And I want to tell him I feel a new kind of ache, a new kind of lonely.
    I miss her...a 16 pound hole in my heart
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