That had to be so difficult. We fall in love with our pets. They really become a part of our family. When I was younger, my dog Candace was shot by someone 2 blocks from where we lived. He was a mean old angry man who hated kids, dogs, cats, the snow cone truck, himself...

Candace somehow got out of the back fence one evening. I heard the shot, but I couldn't have imagined it would have her.

One of my friends in the neighborhood. Ran to our house and knocked on the door. Out of breath --He said "Babydoll, Babydoll--Mr. Buck shot your dog. (babydoll was my nickname in neighborhood).