So yesterday, my boyfriend killed my dog – well, not yesterday, but yesterday 2008! So anyways, I’m still in shock and I can’t believe that I am never going to see my best friend, the dog, ever again! This dog, Kato, was my best friend – he seen me through some very tough times, which funnily enough were brought on by my mother and my (at this moment in time) soon to be ex boyfriend.
So it’s January 9th 2008, and the house has an eery silence. There’s no need for me to get out of bed this morning, I mean, I have no dog to feed, no dog to walk and no dog for me to say, “Morning Kato!” As soon as I woke up, I was aware that the dog wasn’t there, as he usually woke me up by sitting at the side of my bed and sniffing in my ear, followed by a gentle paw on my Dorma throw. Oh I missed him sooo much!
The events from yesterday were not yet quite ready to unfold due to shock, and also possibly because my life/ relationship with the dog murdering retard was up and down constantly that I just couldn’t get my head around what had actually happened – I felt semi-retarded! I kept thinking to myself, why on earth was my dog laid out as if someone had kicked his head across the floor like it was a soccer ball!? It baffled me for around three-four full days.
Ya see, yesterday with things happening so quickly and Rotten Ring (that’s the name given to the murdering scum for those of you who have just tuned in) constantly hovering around me, well my head was just in bits! Of course, I had no friends at the time to turn to, and my mum and brother weren’t even close to me. I had no contacts in my phone, due to my Nokia 7380 being smashed off my bedroom radiator weeks before! I was literally a hermit, a hermit with no friends – a f*cking hermit ‘Gemini loner!’
I remember crying myself to sleep the night before, and Rotten Ring telling me, “Will you stop crying, it was just a dog!” I remember thinking, ‘I can’t abide you ya muppet, and I can’t believe I am going to be tied to you because of a child – which you won’t even be able to support, seen as you can’t support ya self!’ Obviously, I didn’t challenge him about it – didn’t exactly want to put myself through another ‘happy slap’ off the piss weak fett headed scum, did I? I let it go over my head, as my brain still processed what had happened. Obviously during these few days he was telling people he associated with two/ three complete different stories of the event. The best one was to someone in my hometown, another retard to be exact, “I wasn’t even at the house when the dog died!” Of course you weren’t you mentalist, cuckoo-cuckoo it’s skits o’clock – I mean, that explains why when I have a flash back I see my mom stood in her work uniform balling her eyes out. Jeeeesh, suck eggs you lying, dirty scummy low life country bumpkin. I think I best draw this post to an end, before I get sued for slander, ‘yadda, yadda, yadda!’
Next time, I’ll go on to tell you guys how the ‘phantom dog murder’ went on to carry my dog in to the vets… Seen as he was ‘supposedly’ out of town that day.
So it’s January 8th, and what a tough day this is for me! I thought after losing my dad that nothing could ever happen to me to cause me so much pain ever again – how wrong was I! January 8th 2008 was the worst day of my entire existence.
Remember Kato, my Japanese Akita dog? Well he’s 6yrs old. The time is 9.40am and I am currently asleep in bed, pregnant. All of a sudden I could hear the Devil (he’s my ex boyfriend, who my friends and I refer to as being ‘Rotten Ring’) telling my dog to move out of his way. Kato was laid in the kitchen minding his own business. I listened and heard the fridge door open. Rotten Ring then took a can out of our fridge and made his way towards the kitchen door. He was talking to my dog like shit, saying, “If you think I’m stepping over you, not today sunshine!”. At this point, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Next thing I heard was Kato growl, which was very out of character for Kato! I also heard Rotten Ring saying, “Go on!”. Suddenly I heard my dog yelp a high pitched yelp. At this point I jumped out of bed and threw my clothes on. I had made my way to the bottom of my bed and I heard Rotten Ring say, “Sorry Kato, are you ok?” I then heard Rotten Ring walk up the stairs. As he got half way up the stairs, I heard him open a can. He entered the bedroom with a can of alcohol in his hand. “Is Kato alright?!” I asked. “I don’t know” he replied. “What d’ya mean you don’t know!?” I said. He replied, “I haven’t seen him!” he said. “Well where have you just been then?” I asked confusedly! “To the toilet stupid!” he said. “No you haven’t!” I shouted. “Yes I have!” he replied. “Well you haven’t got the fu@king can from the bathroom for a start!” I stated. At this point I walked towards the bedroom door. “Where are you going?” he asked. “To check on my fu@king dog!” I said. “He’s ok, honest, he’s just asleep. He’s just asleep!” he slavered! “He better be alright!” I stated. Rotten ring sat down on the bed, in his grubby YSL t-shirt, and put his head in his hands.
I made my way down the steep stairs, which were covered in a cheap textured carpet (it was a rented unfurnished property). At the bottom of the stairs I turned right in to the front room. Straight ahead I could see the white glossed kitchen door, which had been closed over. I knew for certain my dog was on the other side of the door. As I opened the door, I couldn’t believe what I actually saw! My dog was laid there with his front legs one way and his head twisted and laid the other way. In a shocked manner I said, “The dog is dead”. “Sorry?” echoed down the stairs. “The fu@king dog is dead!” I stated in sheer shock! “You’re joking!” was what I heard next.
Rotten Ring came down the stairs and entered the living room. “I’m sorry Ellie”, he said as he attempted to hug me. “What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything, did you??!!” I said, still in a state of disbelief and thinking, OMG I’m pregnant and I’m going to be tied to this drug fuelled muppet for the rest of my life!
I called my mum, and explained that the dog was dead. My mum arrived at the home with my brother. Rotten Ring immediately panicked and stated, “I’ll just move the dog in to a more natural position”. He moved the dogs twisted front end and laid him to look peacefully asleep. I was heart broken!
When my mum and brother arrived, my mum was in tears. I was waiting for a chance to tell my mum that my dog was murdered, but Rotten Ring kept persisting to hover around us.
My head was in bits! I kept thinking, ‘oh my god, please don’t take another baby from me – what have I done to deserve this!?’ My mom was telling me to not get upset, as I had a baby to think about. I could not believe I had found my dog dead! I was in complete shock, and I didn’t know how to get my words out – I felt numb, and ashamed that I had ‘once again’ let this retard back in to my life, and these were the consequences. I mean, two weeks before the Police were around, telling me ‘off record’ and as ‘a friend’ of my brother, “Whatever you do, promise me you will not let this man back in your home, because you wouldn’t want anything happening to your dog.” Needless to say, I took no notice once I had found out I was pregnant. I should of tool notice though – I should of took myself, Kato and my unborn baby and started a fresh far away! I didn’t though.
So today is the January 8th, it’s five years on since the murder of my dog. And it plays over and over again, and each year I believe is a year closer to ‘karma’. I believe hope is for people with no faith, and that god is kind. Will tomorrow be the day I learn this retard has wrapped himself around a tree? Probably not. I just know in my heart of hearts, that the goon in question (as I can’t say ‘man in question’ as there’s nothing manly about animal cruelty!) will one day bark up the wrong tree and end up paying for his sins – fingers crossed he lives a long and suffering life, the drugged up pathetic piece of scum! Until then, I’ll keep attending counselling and putting up with the nightmares and recurrent flash backs – because not only was Kato the victim.
R.i.P Kato, my BIG white polar bear of a dog! In my heart forever, love and miss you forever and always my fur child!
When Kato first arrived home with us, he settled straight in. Kato was good as gold. I loved Kato so much and felt like I had someone to talk to about my problems, someone who would listen to my problems and someone who loved me unconditionally and would be there for me no matter what. Kato was all these things!
My brother absolutely loved Kato. I would often come downstairs to find my brother asleep on the kitchen laminate floor with his quilt snuggled up to Kato! Kato was not allowed upstairs, due to us having a gypsy style carpet – which showed up Kato’s white hair.
My brother and I often brought Kato upstairs, and I would often lay on my bed with my laptop in front of me doing my college coursework whilst Kato laid beside me. As soon as I knew my mother was due home I would escort Kato downstairs and put him in his kennel – which was actually the massive double garage we had going spare, as my mum never garaged her car. Kato loved his spacious home.
When I would return home from college Kato would always jump up and perch his front two paws on the garden wall and watch me walk down the street with his mouth wide open, his tail wagging and so much love and affection in his eyes. He often looked like he was smiling.
Kato and I would spend hours walking around the whole of the town, from Yarm Road area right across to Broken Scarr and back again. Kato became my best friend and my rock! I loved him with all my heart and he just knew it.
When I first set eyes on Kato, I was quite wary due to his size. Kato, a plain white Japanese Akita, was from the Redwitch bloodline and had over 13 champions in his bloodline. The dog was 10 months old when I first met him.
I remember his pristine white fur like it was yesterday! When my mother and I entered the owners home, it became apparent that this dog had been well loved and respected by the three children the owners had. The youngest children were twins and the eldest was a girl of around 14 years old. The mother of the kids sat us down in the living room.
I remember sitting on a brown leather sofa in this immaculately kept home. Kato bounced over to me and I initially felt frightened, as he appeared to look kind of wolf like! He put his paw on my knee and we made a connection which was like no other bond I have ever experienced. I fell in love with this dog from day one! I stroked his head as he gazed so deep in to my eyes – this dog was just unreal!
Kato came with a red harness and numerous toys. His favourite toy was a pink screwdriver squeaky dog toy, which he would often favour amongst the rest of his toy collection.
When my mother and I decided we were getting him, I felt so shocking on the children who had been such a major part in moulding this dog in to a loveable gentle giant!
As we were about to leave, the eldest child returned home. Her mother asked her if she wanted to say goodbye to Kato. The girl made her way up the stairs with her head down and looked devastated. I thought, ‘OMG, what will the youngest kids be feeling? How will they take the news?!’
Kato, my mother and I made our way to the car. Kato’s old owner came to say goodbye and Kato just didn’t seem bothered. I had hold of his red lead and we triumphed off to my mums car. At the time my mum had a red Renault Megane convertible which had a black roof. Kato sat on the back seats and waited patiently for my mother. We made our way home and I couldn’t wait to show off my big white puppy!