Last night I received damn disturbing news. Boy-Boy has gone missing since morning. Never happened before throughout the 13 years he stayed with the family. Calvin opened the gate for him when he wanted to clean the courtyard. Usually Boy-Boy would just wander around outside for a bit, then bound happily back into the courtyard again. Not yesterday.
20 minutes later and no sign of Boy-Boy, Calvin went on a search around the neighbourhood. Fruitless. Maybe he went home, Calvin thought. He headed home and stayed a while, waiting for Boy-Boy. Still no sign.
Calvin then went on a search again. What he found disturbed me more than any apparition or monster did, or could, I believe.
In a huge neighbourhood garbage bin, he found a dog's severed head. With all the fur yanked out. And the lower jaw torn off. And some smaller body parts.
WHAT SICK FUCK WOULD DO THIS KIND OF THING!!!!!!
I gagged and nearly vomitted when I heard about this. No animal deserves this kind of inhumane, sadistic, fucking freakingly SICK... end. If I know which fucker is the butcher, I'll... I'll... I don't even want to put into words what I'm going to do to him. FUCK.
I wanted to post a picture of Boy-Boy here, but my damn cellphone won't connect to the pc. Anyway, he's white. Looks like a huskie. Very friendly. Always smells a bit damp, and masculine. Likes to sit outside the living room door and watch what's going on inside. Loves fresh-out-of-the-fridge mandarin oranges.
Oh God I'm gonna cry again.
Oh God please don't let the butchered dog be Boy-Boy.
Please let him be found in the nearby pound or SPCA. Or someone's house.
Please let him die of old age. Dreaming happy dog dreams.
PLEASE.
20 minutes later and no sign of Boy-Boy, Calvin went on a search around the neighbourhood. Fruitless. Maybe he went home, Calvin thought. He headed home and stayed a while, waiting for Boy-Boy. Still no sign.
Calvin then went on a search again. What he found disturbed me more than any apparition or monster did, or could, I believe.
In a huge neighbourhood garbage bin, he found a dog's severed head. With all the fur yanked out. And the lower jaw torn off. And some smaller body parts.
WHAT SICK FUCK WOULD DO THIS KIND OF THING!!!!!!
I gagged and nearly vomitted when I heard about this. No animal deserves this kind of inhumane, sadistic, fucking freakingly SICK... end. If I know which fucker is the butcher, I'll... I'll... I don't even want to put into words what I'm going to do to him. FUCK.
I wanted to post a picture of Boy-Boy here, but my damn cellphone won't connect to the pc. Anyway, he's white. Looks like a huskie. Very friendly. Always smells a bit damp, and masculine. Likes to sit outside the living room door and watch what's going on inside. Loves fresh-out-of-the-fridge mandarin oranges.
Oh God I'm gonna cry again.
Oh God please don't let the butchered dog be Boy-Boy.
Please let him be found in the nearby pound or SPCA. Or someone's house.
Please let him die of old age. Dreaming happy dog dreams.
PLEASE.
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