It probably sounds ridiculous.

To cry over a dog.

But he was the only stable thing in my life at the moment, and I really needed that.

He made me happy, and even though he peed on my bed repeatedly, he was one of the best things that happened this year.

He was there when I woke up, before I left to school. He came with my mom to pick me up, he kept me company when I was home by myself, he made me laugh and scream and get angry.

And now he’s gone.

What have I possibly done to deserve this?

And to make matters worse, while I was out running trying to find my dog Max, my mom asks some lady down our street. The lady quickly turns, she holding something but keeps it away , hiding it. and says that she hasn't seen a thing.

Really lady? You're gonna hold something, hide it, say you haven't seen him, then quickly speed off in your stupid truck? WHAT THE FUCK!

I wish I would have gone with my mom to ask her, I would have gotten out of the car and gotten my dog back.

Anyway, goodnight Mibba.