Mac came running instantly but Wilson did not move. I walked over to him.
“Wilson!” I called out.
“Willy come here buddy,” trying to get his attention.
“Wilson I got a treat!” I taunted, knowing this would surely get his attention.
Curious, I walked over to him to notice him not even flinching when I called to him.
Little did I know that just a few minutes later my sister had unknowingly not only murdered our dog but also left without even doing anything about it. I was confused I had no idea what had happened, I grabbed the limp, lifeless, lump of fur that had just so recently been running wild through the yard. His tongue flopped onto the ground like a dead fish. My eyes were storm clouds pouring tears and I felt like I could probably shoot lightning bolts into my sister if she was there. I sat there motionless for what seemed like forever my mind was a Nascar track with my thoughts racing around the track. I could not manage the strength to stand up, so I pulled my phone from my pocket and called each of my parents repeatedly. No answer. I kept calling, finally my dad picked up.
“Put mom on the phone,” I wept.
“She’s still in church what do you need?” He asked, innocent to the events that just …show more content…
My mom was already sobbing excessively while my dad tried to keep a calm and collected look. He walked straight to the garage and grabbed a shovel and began digging. I wiped my tears and grabbed one too trying to get my mind off how my sister could be so heartless to kill such an innocent animal and not even say a word. My parents forced her to leave the party and come home immediately to discuss what happened but I went to my room and didn’t speak to anyone all day. In fact I didn’t speak a single word to my sister for three months after she brutally murdered one of my best