I remember you throwing up in the car when we first got you. Dad got mad, you started shaking but you calmed down once i gave you a hug. We were at the old house and you were playing with the neighbours dog. I remember it like it happened yesterday. The dog bit you and your leg was so bloody, there was a huge bite in your leg. You were crying and I tried to get dad and cheryl to help me, but they wouldn’t. So I picked you up and i tried my best to make it stop hurting, or at least to stop the bleeding. Dad liked you, or at least he did for a while. I always tried my best to take care of you, I could’ve been there more to prevent everything from happening, I’m sorry i wasn’t. When dad pushed you down the stairs, I remember him and cheryl laughing, like it was funny. Whenever you would yelp, it felt like I needed to protect you. I punched my dad so hard, I yelled at him and I swore. I was only 10 years old. I tried to help you, the next couple days you had to limp. I’m sorry. I could’ve done more. They would hold you by your collar and lift you into the air, to the point where your legs were off the ground. They choked you. They hit you. They threw things at you. They called you retarded and so much more. I could’ve been there more for you but I wasn’t and I’m sorry. I am so sorry. And now that you’re gone, they act like they miss you. They don’t miss you, I’m sorry about that. They miss how they felt protected. Because even after everything they did to you, all the pain they caused you. After all of that, you were the best guard dog. I don’t know why but you’d still stick up for them, you still would show them love, even when they showed you nothing but pain. That’s why I loved you. Because you were the sweetest dog, you were forgiving, you cared and you loved. And I’m sorry that your parents were too dumb to notice that.