Willow

Willow


"How the fuck could you let this happen, bitch?" Myron screamed at me in anger."I... I..." I stammered as I tried to choke back tears. I knew that if I cried Myron's anger would only escalate past its already heightened point. Still, as hard as I tried, I could not fight the tears. The sight of the puppy lying bleeding in my arms was just too much to bear. Willow had been my Christmas present to Jakob for his secondChristmas. We had only had her for a few days, but we had grown attached to her nonetheless.

It was boxing day and we picked her up from the farm only a couple of days earlier, but Jakob and I had already formed a bond with Willow. Being Border collie and still apup made her a lively addition to our small family. Both Jakob and I were instantly attached to Willow and her puppyish ways.As I stood dumbfounded, shocked, with Willow in my arms, I tried to drown out Myron's voice. There must be something I can do, I thought to myself. Surely there is some way I can save my dying puppy. But try as I might I could not come up with a solution. The car that hit Willow was driving so fast, that it really did a lot of damage.
I resigned to myself that although there was nothing I could do to save her life, I'd at least make sure her last hours or minutes were as comfortable as they could be. So I carefully took Willow down to the basement and laid her down on a pile of soft blankets. "You'll be okay Willow," I assured her softly as I stroked her tiny body. She looked up at me briefly, and I could tell by the look in her fading eyes that she understood me and that eased my heartache some.


I stayed there with Willow as long as I could, determined to sit with her until she closed her eyes forever. Myron had other plans, though and the sound of him screaming at me from upstairs broke the somber silence in the basement. As he stormed down the stairs, his voice got louder and more and more gruff. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Bitch?" He demanded. I couldn't respond as I had no idea what he was ranting about. "What had I done?" I thought to my self.Myron's raving continued despite my obviously emotional state. "You get off on torturing the poor dog?" He grilled me. "You are a sick bitch, Lor, sittin there watchin' her die like that. Yer fucking sick! You must be if you get off on torturing the dog!" he roared.
His endless accusations, continued non-stop until finally I felt the need to explain. To defend myself. "But, I'm not sick. I'm not torturing her. Myron I'm just trying to make Willow feel better. She's dying." "Yeah, I know she's dying, cunt. You are just prolonging her agony.
Get the fuck out of the way bitch!" Myron screamed as he yanked me by the arm and out of the way. It wasn't until I was half way up the stairs that I realized what he was planning. When I saw the glimmer of the hatchet in Myron's hand I knew for sure I wasn't the sick one. "What is he going to do to our little puppy?" I screamed silently. "Why doesn't he just leave her to die in peace?"
My horror at the sudden realization of the events that were about to transpire made me weak. I felt as though I was going to collapse. But I managed to walk up the stairs and go to my son so that he couldn't see what Daddy was doing to his puppy.



Just before I closed the basement door, I caught a glimpse of the sickening scene that was unfolding in my basement. That frightening image of Willow lying on the cold hard concrete and the axe severing her head from the rest of her lifeless body will stay forever in my mind. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could to try to escape the sight. And ran as fast as my wobbly legs would take me away from thesound of the axe repeatedly hitting the concrete floor. Try as I might, though, I could not drown out the sound of hatchet hitting concrete.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Again and again and again!
Thwack!Thwack, thwack!




The day that Willow died was just a couple days after Christmas, it was cold out and snow blanketed the ground.

My brother Shawn and Cam stopped by to see Myron and took him somewhere.
This relieved me immensely. I was often glad to have him gone for the day. This day he took with him the body of our little puppy. Willow fit inside a shoe box, she was still so small. As I watched the three of them walk away, Myron, Cam and my brother, I could see that Myron was carrying the box. Cam put it in the back of the truck. To this day I still beleive that no words were spoken about what was in the box. And how Myron actually got the package to Cam's property and buried it is a bit of a mystery.

But what's most disturbing to me about all of this is how the box with our puppy inside it was discovered the following Spring.
Apparently, the snow had melted on Cam's property and he found a small shoe box, half buried, half on top of the earth. So Cam opened up the box to see what was inside. At first he didn't want to tell me "You don't wanna know Lor." He repeated a couple of times "You don't wanna know"
"It was Willow, wasn't it Cam?" I knew it was. But what I didn't know was the state that Cam had found the puppy in.
Not only had Willow's head been severed from her small puppy body by Myron's hatchett, but so too had each one of her paws.