A college student left a puppy boxer for us to take care of for about a month because she couldnt take care of it, and I was absolutely attatched to it. I walked it, and it loved to play and run around which made me obsessed. After about a month we had to give her back to her owner, which was trying to sell for it. She felt bad for the boxer, so she sold it for anything she got for the boxer as long as it was a good family. I begged my parents to keep her but they said no. I told them that I felt like it was meant to be our dog the way she acted with the family. Now, about 5 months later we got a call saying she was being cared for by the college students parents when it broke loose on the farm, and tried to attack the tractor (The way puppys act when they see you vacuuming.) And got completely crushed by it. It really bothers me that it wasnt even a clean death. I am really sad lately because I loved that dog. I keep thinking about playing with her and taking her for walks
