I was hurt when I lost him :(

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When I was in the 3rd grade, I had a dog named kennie. Kennie's a male half jack russell terrier dog. A very sweet and playful one. One day, me, kennie, my mom and my little brother went ahead to the laundry shop to have our bunch or dirty clothes done. It wasn't just us because my uncle and my aunt were there too. Everyone's busy when I heard gunshots. I turned to see what's going on, my little brother who's 2years old then was behind my uncle who's being shot. He was just a few inches away from him. Mom quickly grabbed my little brother so we could hide. They killed my uncle and my dog saw that. Kennie ran towards home so he could get my dad to save us. Fortunately, dad's curiosity as to why he was barking at him, he followed the dog leading to us. And thank God we were saved. Kennie did not leave my side and helped me move on. Until I couldn't find him anywhere. I couldn't sleep and I had to look for him. Where I found him? laying dead in the bushes 5kms away from the house. They had to kill kennie. How did I know? Pretty obvious, dogs can lead you to where the crime scene was. Dogs can tell you who were the killers. They killed my dog. It took me 15 years to make myself ready to have another dog. That pain I felt when I saw him dead was unbelievable. He was my best friend. Walks with me everyday to school. Waits until I come home. Sits with me while I do my assignments. Goes with me anywhere. I can still remember the pain actually. I remember every bit of memory we have. He was my kennie. My best friend. I was hurt when I lost him.