Holly

This evening my grandma was out walking her and my grandpa's dog, Want, when another dog attacked Want. Want did not survive. My poor grandma watched as another dog grabbed her little dog, threw him into the air and grabbed him again. And now Want is gone.

I can't even believe that it happened. It's horrifying. I just keep thinking about how scared and in pain Want must have been and how terrified my grandma must have been.

My poor grandma is extremely distressed. My mom called me crying.

Want was just a little white Maltese. Maybe 7 lbs. He was so sweet tempered and was the perfect dog for my grandparents. He looked like a live little teddy-bear and was always happy to see me. My grandparents spoiled him so much because they loved him. He was my grandma's birthday present to my grandpa about 6 years ago. Just this past weekend, he was at our family reunions and I held him in my arms, cradled against me, multiple times. I never would have thought it would be the last time I would do so.