He's Gone...

The scene keeps playing in my head, over and over again. I just went to get the mail. He was fine when I left and I almost took him with me. About 5 minutes later, I come back, and he's dead. The other dog has his mouth in his neck, and there's blood pooling out of his mouth. I crumbled. Running to the door, I was bawling. I called out for my mom, and my step-dad was the first out of the door. Max was our puppy. He was only about 2.5 months old. And I'm the one who saw him first. I had blood all over my shoes, my shirt, and my pants. I cried all night long. And to think. This happened last night, a week from the 3 year anniversary of my friend, Jamie's death. I took the other dog about 3/4 of the way to the next town, yet 20 minutes later he was back. It was all over food. And to think. I almost took him with me. I was supposed to be giving him a bath about half an hour later. It never happened. He wasn't moving, he wasn't breathing. I can't get it out of my head. It just keeps playing over and over again and I can't make it stop. Max was a baby, he was too spoiled to know how to fight.