[harlical]

Well, the middle one is Tiki, a Border Collie. He has a story that is down the post a little. :3 The German Shepherd on the right is Jilly, and the chicken on the left is Butters, a Buff Orpington. They all play a part in lil' Tiki's story. Why is there a fire, you ask? I'm not really sure, I couldn't come up with a background If anyone has any suggestions, it will help!

I got Tiki on a warm April Saturday. The pup was about eight weeks old. He was the most hyper, long-legged Border Collie pup of the litter. He had the deepest hazel eyes and two tiny white spots on his back. I loved him so much, even before I had him. We decided to keep his name, Tiki. We brought him home, and introduced him to our German Shepherd, Jilly. She wanted to play, and as a rambunctious 1 year old, she didn't know how to be gentle. She pawed at him, which sent him sliding across the room, all the while I'm hurling myself at Jilly screaming "NO! STOP THAT!" She would just step out of the way and I would fall flat on my face. Yeah, real commanding. Anyway, this went on for about a week, then on Friday morning I come downstairs to see my mom. She said, "There is something I have to tell you. You aren't going to like this." I immediately knew what my mom was going to say; The breeder wanted Tiki back. She had wanted Tiki from the start, but we picked him out when he was a couple days old. I burst into tears and ran and scooped my pup up, holding him against my face. The pup must have noticed my sadness, for he started to cuddle up next to me. My mom took Tiki from my hands, saying "I'm taking him back to the breeder. Get ready for school." She then turned and began walking away with Tiki whimpering and trying to wiggle out of my mom's hands to come back to me. That was the last I ever saw of my sweet pup. I never got any pictures, updates, nothing to know how my puppy was doing. The breeder might have even sold him for all I know. But I know that I will never see Tiki again, and that shatters my heart to tiny pieces. This taught me a lesson I will never forget: Things you love will escape your hands if you don't hold on hard enough.

[Butterfur]

Thats... terrible. D:

[harlical]

Yeah... I can never get over what my mom did to me.

[Wifflebee]

This makes me so mad!!! >:I GRR!! WHY would someone DO THAT!?!

[harlical]

I'm not sure, my mom just felt like getting a couple bucks, even though she knows it would break my heart -.-' *sighs* I was always my moms least favorite out of her three kids.

[Butterfur]

I'm not sure, my mom just felt like getting a couple bucks, even though she knows it would break my heart -.-' *sighs* I was always my moms least favorite out of her three kids.

That disgusts me.

[harlical]

I know, me too. And the thing is, she doesn't even make an effort to hide it, she is obviously taking my brother's side for EVERYTHING. He would walk into my room with this stupid dagger (That ironically my mom got for him, plus many other weapons and video games, while she gets me nothing.), holding it up like her was going to stab me, and I'd scream "Mom!" She'd walk into my room, look at my bro, then at me with a disgusted look and say "Shut it! I'm trying to watch tv." Then she'd storm off, not saying anything to my bro. I'd then have to take out my pocket knife (Which I take everywhere I go, you never know what could happen.) and ward my bro off using that. This happens on a daily basis, BTW.

[mango sherbet]

Oh, my! I'm sooooo sorry for you, Lunar, the whole thing sounds soo awful... I hope you never forget Tiki and that he's happy, wherever he is.

[Butterfur]

I know, me too. And the thing is, she doesn't even make an effort to hide it, she is obviously taking my brother's side for EVERYTHING. He would walk into my room with this stupid dagger (That ironically my mom got for him, plus many other weapons and video games, while she gets me nothing.), holding it up like her was going to stab me, and I'd scream "Mom!" She'd walk into my room, look at my bro, then at me with a disgusted look and say "Shut it! I'm trying to watch tv." Then she'd storm off, not saying anything to my bro. I'd then have to take out my pocket knife (Which I take everywhere I go, you never know what could happen.) and ward my bro off using that. This happens on a daily basis, BTW.

Holy... what kind of mother would do that?

[harlical]

@Maplestreak- No, my little Tiki will never be forgotten. He was one in a million.

@Companion Cube- Well, it isn't all downsides. It has made me a stronger, more independent person. Now I know that people aren't always friendly, and that yelling isn't the answer to everything xD Acting will get you farther than screaming. Let's say someone walks up to and grabs you. You could either 1) scream and wait for someone to act for you or 2) Take out your pocket knife and slash the person's face until they let go, then tell someone or call 911.