About 2 hours ago

my mom hears a dog yelping in the woods beside our house.
She runs out there and i put on my boots and follow.
As i run through the brush, I ask whats going on and she frantically replies "they're killing your dog!"
When I arrive, I find that my sister's pit bulls are indeed killing my dog, Kix.
JJ has him around the throat and Cole is ripping his front right leg off.
My mom's shitzu, Kaleb, is on top of Cole, doing absolutely no good. I begin simultaneously yelling and crying. My mom and I grap sticks and try to beat the dogs off Kix, but they dont stop. Mom tells me to go back to the house so I don't see anything, but I'm frozen.

Everything was a blur, and all I really remember at that point was bawling and looking behind me as Cole treats Kix's arm like a rag doll. There was blood everywhere.

Mom hands me Kaleb, so I can take him back to the house. As I run, I get caught in a briar bush and my glasses fall off. I'm still yelling at this point, though I don't know what. And because I'm wearing shorts, my legs get clawed by the thorns. When I finally make it out and get Kaleb in the house, my sister's boyfriend comes racing down the driveway with my stepdad following. They get the dogs off Kix and take him to the vet. I'm practically blind without my glasses, so my mom helps me look for them. I dont know how she found them, but she did. Then I go inside to wipe the blood from my legs and use half a tube of neosporin(sp?) on them.

Kix is staying overnight at the vets. They said I can probably pick him up tomorrow afternoon. They think he'll be able to keep his leg, but don't know if he will be able to use it. I'm staying at my dad's tonight, because I know if I go home there's a good chance I'll be taking a gun to those dogs.

I know this is a scattered post, and more sentimental (if thats the right word) than what I usually write, but I needed to get it out of my system.