I feel so horrible. I'm such a horrible person. The dog kept destroying the apartment and I had to get rid of her, so I dropped her off down this neighborhood a couple days ago. My cousin talked me into doing it. I keep getting flashbacks of watching her through the side mirror trying to catch up with us then gave up. The look on her eyes.... they were so sad. I want to go back to find her, but I imagine she already found a new owner by now. I hope they have a yard she can be free in...