I hate seeing people and animals in pain. Today, my dog Sam attacked Jack, our 4 month old kitten. Jack had run outside, when Julie came home. This was not Julie's fault. The kittens always try to run outside. She was trying the get Hobo in, then Jack scurried between her legs and ran off the deck.
I was watching tv and doing my homework when Julie screamed and told me Sam got Jack. I got up and ran, screaming for dad. When i got to the porch, i looked on the ground to see Jack in a pool of blood, seizing and trying his hardest to breath. I'm sure his lungs had collapsed. I picked him up, and immediately knew... he was dying. His right eye was gone. It had broken.. or something. His body was limp and i could feel his broken ribs. I carried him to the deck, then down to the driveway. I laid him on the ground. While Julie came out with the gun. Dad followed. He picked up Jack and tried to comfort him. We pet him for a while. Dad offered to wrap him up and take him to the basement, and let him pass on his own. I couldn't let him. I didn't want Jack to suffer. I wanted it to be quick.
Dad laid Jack down on the remains of our snowbank, and walked away. I remained calm, as i had been the whole time. I knew dad couldn't do it. He's not the kinda person who could do that. But we knew someone had to do it.
It only took one shot. He didn't spasm in pain. He just stopped weezing. I checked for a pulse and breathing. Nothing. He was gone. I picked him up, carried him to the trash can and put him inside. The ground is too frozen to bury him.
I sat down on the deck, looked at my hands and began to shake. They were covered in blood. I lost all composure at that moment. I didn't want anyone to know i was crying. I wanted to look like the strong one. But, i couldn't. dad came up behind me and tried his best to console me. He told me i did the right thing. I know i did.
A few hours later, Julie got some bad news. I'd never seen her so upset in my life. Julie's a strong girl. She's been through a lot of shit. But i've never seen her like this. She came downstairs, i hung up the phone, and ran to her. I could tell she was upset. She told me what happened... and then screamed. Bloody murder. Dad ran upstairs. Julie told him what happened. Dad held his arms out and julie ran to him. They stood there for about six or seven minutes. Dad consoled her and rubbed her back.
I took julie into my room and painted her nails. Dad followed and did everything he could to help her.
After everything that has happened tonight... i have a new respect for my father. I know him and i fight a lot. I know sometimes he's a complete jerk. But he has his moments were he is a knight in shining armor. The best part is... he was sober.
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