“The Day Rosie Died”...by Jim Shelvy
It was a day like any other day. I was at the house and I got a phone call from the HVAC repair man that was working outside. He said, 'you need to come and get your dogs, something is wrong.' I slowly got up and headed to the door. When I stepped outside, my pace quickened immediately.
Something was really wrong…
Connor and Rosie were frothing at the mouth, collapsing to the ground, struggling to get up. Without really thinking, I picked up Connor and put him in the back of the car, Rosie was next and off I went.
It was all subconscious, second nature. I drove as fast as I could and...
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