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september 13th a day of sorrow
September 13,2008 is a day that will never be erased from my mind. The afternoon my sister found our beloved dog in the backyard lying motionless. She picked up the dog and tried to make her stand ,but she collapsed. From that moment on was nothing ,but panic, anger, and sadness. My mother started the car as we hauled our limp puppy to the back seat to be transported to the nearest open vet. We drove as fast as we could on the slick road. Coincidentally it was raining. My sisters were panicking as Cinnamon's head began to move in odd ways. I turned back and was horrified at the scene. I tried to refrain from crying , but my efforts were futile. I stared out of the window into the gray and gloomy sky. The day seemed like a terrible nightmare that refused to let me wake up from in tears. We tried many vet clinics ,but they were all closed. As we drive around frantically searching for an open vet my aunt called. She said there was a vet open not too far ,but it was closing soon. I overheard the conversation and saw this as a light of hope, a chance that my precious innocent dog would be saved from this torture. My mom drives trying to make it in time to save her and keep my sisters calm who were cradling Cinnamon and crying uncontrollably. I looked back at Cinnamon whose eyes begged for help , and quickly turned around thinking that everything is fine, my dog will be saved. I turned one more time and stroked her muddy fur. I looked at my hand and saw hair, her fur was falling out. We arrived at the vet and carefully ,but quickly hauled her in. A few moments later we find out its too late. Cinnamon had died in our arms. The rest of the night I spent crying in room. I came downstairs for the comfort of my mother who was holding my sister. I saw her and tried to stop ,but the tears flowed like a waterfall. After that day the sun came out and it was beautiful outside. It remained like that until the beginning of October when it grew cold. Its been a year since that day ,but the memories are just as clear and still torment me. I cry as type this and hope that God is taking care of Cinnamon and also Sabrina who had run away and never returned. I do pray that Sabrina is still alive and in good care ,but if she followed Cinnamon then I hope they are happy and that I will see them when I go to Heaven. I look at the pictures and sob. I miss them very much and I love them with a passion. R.I.P Cinnamon 2 years.
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Over the month you have become a friend to me and I wish you the best.
Cinnamon is probably in gods house now happily playing around and enjoying herself. So do not fret she is truly in a better place
-hugs-