My beagle, Little Bit, died about 4 years ago and I cant stop crying about her. She was a hunting dog and she was just doing her job. My dad throws deer bones in the pens whenever he gets a deer to train the dogs to remember the scent of the deer. Little Bit thought it was a treat so chewed on it all day long. The next day, my sister , Alesha, and me went outside to feed the dogs, and when we went by Little Bit and three other beagle , Annie, Penny, and Liberty, was growling, barking, and chewing on something. Alesha was the one to see what they were doing. She screamed and yelled,
" Hey leave Little Bit alone!" She ran over and I looked , and I saw Alesha opening the pen. I looked and saw Little Bit and saw that she tried to get the dogs off of her. I dropped the dog food and ran over there. I went in their pen and I was pulling the other dogs off of her. Alesha got this zapper that I didn't even now about. I asked her, " What is that?" and she said, " I don't know, but I am about to find out and poked it at Annie and she yelped and ran in her box. So Alesha did it to the other 2 dogs and ran in the box to. I picked up Little Bit and ran to the house. My Grandma Carol said why did I have her. I told her the whole story and she called the vet while Alesha and me got the bandages. The vet said that he would come in the morning. Her leg had bite so bad that you could see the bone. We covered it and I stayed with her all day and night. Near midnight Little Bit died. So Grandma Carol called the vet and we buried her the next day. It has been 4 years ago since that happened and I don't know why I am still crying.

