Living with a Killer

Our dog whom we took as our family was killed by my neighbour's dog, who was walked by his owner. The killer dog's owner, who should be separating his dog from my precious one, was nothing more than a moron standing there.

My heart broke. My dog, Mino, is a family to me. He enjoyed car rides like small children and had been loyally accompanying me. He was there when we lost our other dog, Mini years ago. I don't know how he felt for the loss of Mini, his wife. But he seemed to be able to get over it as not to worry us.

Back to the killer dog. It has killed 3 dogs in total, and a cat. That's of those I heard and experienced. Yes, excluding the ones I never heard of. We think their family was completely, sorry for this, bastards. Not a word of apology came from the old man's mouth. He almost hit my dad with the dog's chain when my dad is wrestling with his dog. By just looking at his face, I could almost gather all the hatred inside me and get enough energy to kill him. By 'him' I mean the owner, because the dog is just a dog. Who would be having a German Shepherd in a residential in which the security goes well, IF (S)HE IS NOT OUT OF MIND? But my hatred went to both of them, who were still walking around at the nights, and even during the day.

Well, how are we supposed to feel, if we saw the murderer of our loved one, like almost everyday?

We were so upset. My parents tried to contact the management of our residential, but to no avail. It always goes like this: They agreed to bring the dog out of the neighbourhood, but at the very end changed their minds. BRIBED, I would say, as the in-laws of the old man are rather rich.

It was just insane how calmly a man can live after taking lives of other people's loved ones.

I can simply buy an airsoft gun and shoot the dog. But I don't want to commit more sins. And besides, it's the family who I want to see down, suffering.

When I seemed to be out of my mind, I found myself in the middle of the karaoke room, having fun with my family. I felt so blessed. Of course I still miss Mino. Then I took a while to consider, that family there, that family who shows no mercy, the old man who never put a smile, they probably had never felt this way. Maybe in their entire life they had never experience this kind of happiness. The world must have been very cold to them. I never saw them having any reunion or gathering. So when the neighbours tried to get their dog out of the neighbourhood, they found it as a threat...

I felt much better. The hatred inside me slowly decrease. So does the rage.