The death of a loving one.

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Yesterday, was rare day for me. my family dog died. in an awful way, he scaped early in the morning, and did not come back for the entire day. turns out, he followed some female dog to the football field close to my house. A bigger dog started a fight. and killed him by biting his neck, and let him bleeding on the ground. Wasn't till 4 o'clock in the afternoon when someone told us. my moon wasn't at home by then. just my sister and a nephew. as the "man" of the house, i had to go for him. When i get there, got surprised, because he didn't smell like the stage of decomposition. i took him with my bare hands and put him gently in a box. My nephew was by my side, he is 14 years old, and he was crying his ass off. Then i get home, my sister was crying to. i went to the backyard and started digging the grave. in the middle of the work, my mon got home, my sister told her the news and she started crying too. after that, my mon opened the box and thank him for the time in her life. i started crying too after that. When i finished digging, i took him again barehanded, and placed him carefully, and make sure that he was in a contribule position. my mom, my nephew and my sister watched me finished till it was done. i still have the image of him in my mind. The dog name was "Mottie", he was 7 years old, we all miss him.