The Day My Son Thought the Police Were Coming to Kill His Dog
Yesterday, I found my eight-year-old son barricaded inside his bedroom closet, clutching his dog and sobbing that the police were coming to execute his best friend.
It wasn’t a game.
It was pure, unfiltered panic—the most devastating fear I’ve ever seen as a mother.
To understand why …
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