It was a normal day. I left work anxious to see my furkids. I stopped at the bank, we chatted about the girls because they go in with me all the time. I stopped someplace else but don't remember. The last stop was Boston Market. I picked up 1/2 chicken so that I can give the girls the dark meat.
I'm home, fumble to open the front door with all my packages.
I open the door and saw a cowering, blood and mud covered Tanzi and knew instantly something was devastatingly wrong. I called for Opal. No answer. I dumped my pakages, ran out the back, and saw Emma cowering at the bottom of the stairs. I called for Opal. No answer.
I went inside, threw on my snow boots, grabbed a flashlight and hurried back outside.
I found her masuled body within seconds.
I'm so sorry Opal I wasn't there for you. I miss you every day. I hurt for you every day.
I never should have adopted Emma.