Eastvale has been listed one of the safest cities to live in California. Eastvale is a brand new city which was built almost 11 years ago. I grew up in this city and I never witnessed in any point in my life where I felt unsafe. We had very low crime rate in my city and when crime appeared it was rare. Eastvale is a small city where everyone knows everyone and where you run into people you know no matter where you go. We only have 5 shopping centers for the whole city which are all very small. We have many elementary schools, middle schools and one high school. We also have at least 13 parks. Eastvale is my home, it is my safe place until one day where things all changed on January 12th, 2011. It was very a cold morning that day on my way
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She said that our dog saved us from a man who not only trying to break into our house but also plan to kill us. In my head I thought to myself my dog had died because of the lack of attention I gave him that morning. I asked my mom if my dog had died and she responded with a breathless voice almost as if she couldn’t breathe like if it hurt to say the word “yes our dog died”. Immediately so many regrets went through my mind, which my dog didn’t deserve to die because I chose not to listen to her when she needed me. I thought to myself what have I done. My dog saved my family and me from getting killed. The police report stated that my dog jumped on the man and began to attack him as soon as the man pulled a gun he shot my poor dog in the head and that was it. My dog had passed away immediately after that bullet. As soon as the gun shot was pulled police stormed into the house and caught the burglar. I can never seem to let that go, that morning when my dog screamed for help to me I chose to ignore him. Whenever I am home alone I feel unsafe, I fear someone else might break into my house and try to kill me. I fear that I will be repaying for what I have done to my dog. I could never be the same person anymore because the amount of guilt I live
She said that our dog saved us from a man who not only trying to break into our house but also plan to kill us. In my head I thought to myself my dog had died because of the lack of attention I gave him that morning. I asked my mom if my dog had died and she responded with a breathless voice almost as if she couldn’t breathe like if it hurt to say the word “yes our dog died”. Immediately so many regrets went through my mind, which my dog didn’t deserve to die because I chose not to listen to her when she needed me. I thought to myself what have I done. My dog saved my family and me from getting killed. The police report stated that my dog jumped on the man and began to attack him as soon as the man pulled a gun he shot my poor dog in the head and that was it. My dog had passed away immediately after that bullet. As soon as the gun shot was pulled police stormed into the house and caught the burglar. I can never seem to let that go, that morning when my dog screamed for help to me I chose to ignore him. Whenever I am home alone I feel unsafe, I fear someone else might break into my house and try to kill me. I fear that I will be repaying for what I have done to my dog. I could never be the same person anymore because the amount of guilt I live