As many of you know, my house burned up at approx. 1:30 am, March 30th.
A spark must have blown out the chimney and landed on our cedar roof, which quickly started burning. There was no smoke or hint of fire inside the house, what woke my mom up was the wall of flames outside her sliding glass door. Our small balcony was engulfed. Both of our bedrooms were upstairs, so was the bathroom. My brother had a "man cave" outside of the house. Dayton was at his dads, I was at a friends house.
My mom called me completely hysterical, all I heard was "FIRE!" "BURNING" "HOUSE". I hung up the phone and ran outside, Jamie drove me to the house...we made it there in under 2 minutes. As soon as we turned onto Lakeshore, I could see the flames and I lost it. I was so scared for my dog, Sophie, I knew my mom was okay, but what about my dog? It was the feeling of helplessness. I couldn't change the fact my house was burning right in front of me. I couldn't stop that one spark from igniting my life as I knew it on fire. I couldn't do anything but watch it burn.
Once there, I found my mom, we were both in tears, and asked where the dogs were. They were all safe, Sophie and Diva ran to the car as soon as Mom opened the door, Duke took a little more convincing, he had no clue what was going on. And Sawyer ran back into the house...3 times. My mom went in after him, she loves that pup more than anything, there was no way she was going to leave him in that house.
The support we have received from everyone is moving and inspiring. Thank you all, so much. This has been a life changing experience, and I'm so thankful we all walked away from this. Afterall, stuff, is just stuff. Clothes and things can be replaced, lives can't. And thankfully, we all have ours.
