November 21st, 2005. Dad was at work, and my mom left me home alone for 15minutes. I was 9? 10? Most likely 10 I think. We had 2 dogs, well 1 Husky, and were fostering a chihuahua. My mom gave me instructions of what to do for what if's of little things. Well, the chihuahua began to make our house her own bathroom. This was one of those what if's.
Following my mother's instructions, I grabbed the chihuahua and went to take her outside. The husky, King, was fast asleep on the other side of the house. In a split second he was out the door.
Throwing the chihuahua, Sugar, back inside, I ran out to look for him.
Found him. Hit by a car. Dieing