My senior year, someone killed my best friend’s dog and hung it from a tree
He wasn’t the first one up that morning, but he was the first one to look out the window into the backyard. That’s what he said, anyway. His parents had already left for work when he called them to tell them.
They took him out of school for a few weeks and sent him to counseling. The whole thing was just odd. I didn’t know of anyone who hated him enough to do it, and no other animals were killed in the neighborhood, or as far as I know, the rest of the city.
He didn’t like to talk about it, and I never pressed him on what happened. It was just odd, and since we went off to different colleges, I found other friends.