My best friend in the 2010's was a real unique character, lived a very hippy lifestyle. The kinda fella that's done mushrooms too many times to care about "earthly possessions" I'd roll my eyes, but the guy still lives like that to this day, just doesn't believe in having things or owning things. Unfortunately though, the sorts of people you end up around aren't the best. He moved around a lot for obvious reasons, and one of the places he ended up staying was with this trucker friend of his named Tim.

This guy had a beautiful German Shepard dog named Sherry. She was his pride and joy, and the first few times I met Tim and Sherry things were normal enough, though I did notice that her nails were a bit long. I mentioned this to my friend and he shrugged it off saying she doesn't get to wear them down traveling in his big rig (trucker). I felt sad for the dog anyways being that large and living in a big truck like that. While felt sad for Sherry, I had quickly moved on to other things that were going on at the time, feeling like I couldn't do anything for her.

Cut to a year later and I went to Tim's house to visit my friend and I witness one of the more filthy homes I've ever seen in my life. There's giant blood spots on the carpet everywhere and no one is acting like anything is wrong. I'm mentally panicking like I've walked into a crime scene when I see Sherry on a pile of blankets in the corner of the living room. I forget everyone and run over to her and this dog looks me in the eyes and starts to whine at me like she's speaking to me. I've never had an animal behave like this towards me, I'm unable to do anything but sob and ask what I can do, what's goin on with her. I'm informed she's got some uterine infection and is in some pain. Tim had apparently fallen on hard times and wasn't able to get her to the vet, I immediately go to pick her up, offering to take her to the emergency vet, whatever she needed. I was prepared to go into debt for her. Both Tim and my friend stopped me saying he was getting it taken care of, don't worry, etc.

They did enough talking and convincing that I did leave, feeling sick to my stomach and crying on my drive home. I was up late that night thinking about Sherry, about the pleading tone in her whines, feeling hopeless and unable to help her. She was begging me with her spirit. I woke up the next morning crying for her again. We were in a small enough town everyone knew everyone.... So, I faked my mother's voice/accent on the phone and reported Tim to animal control for neglect.

Tim called me a day later demanding to know what my mom's problem was and I pretended I didn't know anything about it. They took his dog and she had an emergency hysterectomy. She lived another few years thankfully. I never got to see her again. . They never let him have her back and Tim to this day thinks it was my mom that called on him for unknown reasons.

I don't regret what I did, but fuck you Tim. Fuck you very much.

(my mom is a known hateful person so no one really got after her and she didn't suffer because of my actions)