“I suppose he had to go,” she said. She was sitting on the front steps, her father beside her.
He nodded. “He was killing the chickens next door. They won’t stop once they taste blood.”
“He was so beautiful,” she said. “And he loved to be brushed and petted. And sit by me while I did my homework.”
He touched her hair. “I’m sorry,” he said.
She nodded, her eyes filling. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” she said. “I don’t want another dog ever again.”
He put his arm around her. He suspected that the neighbor’s dog was pregnant, probably by the male who had just gone to the vet to be put down. By the time those puppies were born, she should be ready for another dog. He pulled her closer. There was no point in saying anything about that right now, though.
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