Gone

My family had a boxer and his name was ozzie. He was our everything. Especially my mom's baby. My neighbors have a bulldog mixed with a pit bull / massiff. One day my brother went outside and forgot to latch the door. Our boxer ran across the yard to our neighbors house and started barking and fighting with our neighbors dog. We all ran over there to try to break up the fight but the dog's jaw was latched and hooked on to our dog's face. When we finally broke them up, our dog ran back to our house with blood dripping everywhere. I was crying and screaming in the corner by the window. In the end we had to put our dog down because our neighbors dog had ripped off the whole jaw of our dog's face. Teeth and everything. A chunk of his face was missing from his face. And all of this happened on the day of my mom's surgery. R.I.P Ozzie. Love maggie.