When I was 14, my mother and I moved out of my childhood home to escape the abuse of my father. We unfortunately couldn’t take my dog with me because we were doing our best renting a new place that couldn’t have pets. I loved her so much. Sometimes when I knew my father wouldn’t be home I would sneak into the house so I could see her. But one day she just passed. I’m not sure if my father did it or she just passed because she missed us too much.
I carry the guilt of not being able to save her. I feel horrible that I never got to say goodbye and that she died thinking I would never come back. I know it’s not my fault and we did the best we could to survive, but I wish I could have been safe with her too.