Personal Narrative: Death Of A Dog

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As the snow fell on the fire I had to think of something quick or I knew I would die here. The only option is to kill the dog. The dog was laying down and I picked up the knife and started second guessing myself. But I did it anyway the knife felt it was going down 1,000 miles per hour and I stabbed the dog in the throat. The dog lets out a big squeal I knew he was dead because it didn't make any more movements. I removed the knife from his throat and flipped him on his back. I then made a cut down the middle of his stomach I put my cold, numb hands in the bright red steamy guts. When I got the feeling back in my hands, I put some guts in my pockets so they can keep my hands warm for as long as they can and I started walking again. The warmness

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