Predators are everywhere I go: My first solo camping trip this year was a tragedy from hell
By Oya Obinidodo
Suffolk, Virginia (U.S.) - This year has been nothing but a nonstop feeling of death, pain, and torture. While I was vacationing in an undisclosed location in the Midwest in April, I stayed at a campsite for three months. I checked into the campsite with my pit bull. She was a 10-year mix breed that was struggling from cancer, and I wanted her last days on earth to be cool. I wanted her to see nature, and enjoy her last moments seeing all that she could. She was my best friend, and I loved her more than life itself. I had never had a human best friend before, and the pit bull was nicer to me and more protective than a whole human being will ever be. She was my security dog.