I Watched A Dog Die Today

Looking out my window, I see a pretty young boxer running across the park. A few minutes later, I see him out in the lake struggling to get out.

Running for my phone, I called 9-1-1, summoned help. Next stop, I'm outside trying to coax him in to safety. The rope on the safety line was fixed to the pole; I had to run back inside for a knife to cut it free -- I threw it out on the ice hoping for a miracle but the line was too short.

I watched him struggle, try to keep his head above water, and respond to my shouts, but the water was too cold, the effort was too great, and just before I heard the sirens, I saw him go under for the last time.

I watched a dog die today, and it didn't have to happen. It shouldn't have happened. If you're missing a pretty young boxer today, now you know how he spent his last moments.