My Dog Died, I don't know what to do

I never looked at my first dog when it was running out of breath. It was so devastating. It was hard for me to believe that when I woke up, I saw my dog who had his corner mouth slashed because of a drunk man.

It was never my idea to have a dog. I am not actually fond of having a dog since I don't like pets in the house. When I started college, my auntie had a dog which is actually cute and it doesn't look that kind of dog that looks like it can swallow a man within seconds.

I still remember the day I first saw my dog. His name was B2 by the way. I don't know where that came from but it sounds cute for me. He was the kind of dog that you usually saw in backyards or fronts to take care of the house and to scare predators from the outside. I actually don't know it's breed since I'm not really a fan of dogs. He is not that cute too when you look at him but for me, it's okay since I don't care at that time.

What I realized throughout the entire time he was with me, is that I needed a companion in the time I thought I don't need one.

The fact that he is completely silent like he barely moves or roams around, is what is amazing about him. I actually thought that he was the dog version of me. He doesn't bark often which I thought was kind of weird but it's okay since he really knows who are making faces to get in. One of the most surprising things about him is that he likes to look at things. I thought he was just seeing things us humans are not really capable of seeing but that is not the case. Sometimes, I also looked at what he's looking at. By the way, the dog was not ours first, like we didn't get it as a puppy and raise him as our own. That's when I realized that maybe he remembers his first owner through those things he likes to look at. And I was snapped that this dog needs to heal.

The night was young one evening. I was completely relaxed and my mind thinks that everything that is happening is normal. B2 was in his normal shape outside and I decided to sleep.

But when I woke up, I saw my dog with blood all over the front and the corner of his mouth was slashed. The man who did that to him is already in speak since he admitted that he was drunk.

I don't want to look at my dog. I felt like I am the one who's facing death and not him.

I found my companion. He may not be capable of talking but I surely understand him.

Since that day, I had never wanted to have a dog again. B2 was so hard to be replaced.