- Posted April 30, 2014 by
Kara Hartrich – Bloomington, Illinois – killed by the family pit bull on her 4th birthday (1/17/14)
Courtesy of : http://www.daxtonsfriends.com
Written by Roxanne Miller Hartrich (Kara’s mother)
17 years after my oldest son Tyler was born my husband and I got the news that I never thought I’d hear again: my Gyno had told me I had “unexplained infertility”…I always wanted to have a house full of kids but had resigned to the fact that we weren‘t going to have any: We were pregnant,,,9 very long and torturous months were ahead, full of 5 months of morning sickness, gestational diabetes,insulin injections, hypertension, and toxemia, culminating to a c-section birth….. Our beautiful baby girl Kara was born, her daddy had named her after Clark Kents cousin on Smallville” Super Girl”!!! And she was a supergirl in every sense of the way, she rolled over super early, she walked at 7 months, she was running by 8!! She talked in full complete sentences so early people had no idea how old she really was. She enveloped everything that life had to offer, she had a love for everything in nature, everyone and everything, she flashed her irresistable grin and hearts would melt. She would play dress up and tea party, and then go play in the dirt, and swing on her playset for endless hours. She said her ” I love you’s to those she cherished every day all day, even to strangers who she thought needed their day brightened up, she’d introduce herself and say nice to meet you, passing out loving hugs along the way. She had an older brother who she thought hung the moon, he called her his little nugget. She also has a 2 yr old sister Kaylee , Kara is her big sister Hero in every sense of the word, most loving big sis in the world- they were two peas in a pod and inseperable…….January 17th 2014 is the day our world with our princess came crashing down and we entered into the hell that encompasses our every day life–our life without her smiles, hugs, beaming personality, her love for the world…….We woke up late that day and slept in—- it was Karas 4th birthday and she just wanted to snuggle!!
She rolled over and said mama just hold me a little extra longer today , today is my birthday, its going to be such a beautiful day.. She said ” Good morning to her sissy kaylee , hugged her what seemed harder than ever and told her she loved her, next was my turn.. She said mama your the best mama in the whole world, you dont need to loose weight you are perfect just the way you are..i love you. We giggled and we snuggled and sang you are my sunshine as we do every morning, and then we sang many different versions of happy birthday to Kara.. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair , I put it into a perfect – kara approved – pony tail, she put on a beautiful pink dress, as she said she was the princess for the whole day of course, and went downstairs….We made scrambled eggs and toast, and of course her favorite smores pop tarts…. we turned the music on and danced and sang as we did every morning, with some happy birthdays mixed in for fun…. Gramma and grandpa showed up so mommy could go to work…. Kara didnt want me to go and begged me to stay home with her, she was mad because we werent having her party until sunday at GYmanastics etc and begged to open presents today…I promised her some presents could be opened and that we would make a very special shopping trip when I got home,,,she gleefully said thank you momma, you are the best and went back to singing and dancing, I turned and looked at her and sang happy birthday to kara kara bo bara banana fanna fo fanna,,,,,,,,kara! And walked out the door —— that was the last time i would ever see my baby girl alive again
I got off work a little early that day and decided that she needed a few more presents that just couldnt wait to be bought, and then i headed home, my husband called me and wanted to know why brutus was outside when he got home i said i didnt know i was on my way home and would be there soon……..and then my nightmare began…….I pulled into the entrance of my subdivision, and noticed a red glow over the street corner, i remember wondering what on earth could be going on , on my quiet little subdivision full of daycares and minivans….As I rounded the corner I could see the street was blocked off , full of firetrucks, police, and families standing outside–i still wondered what was going on, I was flagged and told to pull over , I then looked up and saw that it was my house they were all at, my yard was taped in crime scene ribbon, full of police officers, fire personnel, lots of noise and commotion, i was met by police officers, my husband covered in blood, and my mother, all of whom were screaming, and crying , and telling me it was bad, so very bad, i asked for my kids, Kaylee was at the the neighbors, it was my Kara, my Kara had been attacked by our family pit bulls, I was told to go to the neighbors, wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near my house, or my yard, told to wait that they were ” working ” on her. I never got to see her to hold her hand, to let her know i was there and that i loved her.. I screamed , i cried, i prayed, i was dying inside …..
we were told to go to bromenn, we flew there,,,,when we got there we were greeted by the receptionist and she said to another lady—– these are the parents—- i could see her name tag said chaplain,, we were led down a hallway to a waiting room, screaming , crying, holding each other for any ounce of hope that there might be…what seemed liked an eternity was mere minutes, the doctor came in and told us she was gone they couldnt do anything for her, and to take our time to prepare to see her to say our goodbyes and make phone calls. I cannot tell you about the ensuing next couple hours it is a blur…… My daughter had been brutally and viciously mauled to death, she died from massive blood loss , her arms, legs, skull, face, and major arteries savagely damaged. the coroner said she didn’t feel the pain as they went straight for the jugular and continued to shred until she was lifeless and unrecognizable……..These were her family pit bulls that we raised from puppies . She picked them out herself. They were treated as members of the family, loved, exercised, fed well, and respected ……… they savagely murdered the little girl who loved and cared for them the most in this world without a second thought, directly following they acted as if nothing happened , she hadn’t riled them up, she hadn’t abused them, she was happily playing in the other room, they came after her and pulled her out of my mothers arms to attack , maul, and kill her. Her 2 year old sister was also there, my mother was able to save her and told her to run upstairs and hide, while she tried to get the dogs to release Kara….. My two year old little girl witnessed this mauling, the final sounds of her hero best friend sister being mauled by the family pit bulls…..The dogs she also loved and cherished……yes any dog can and will bite—- but any dog is not capable of this devastation—— please do not let your children anywhere near this breed of dog,,,something has gone horribly and inexplicably wrong with them—- it is not worth losing them, please i beg, I couldn’t stand if one more parent had to live the hell that we are living now.
My brother had raised many pit bulls and one particularly captured our hearts…He was the sweetest well mannered gentle dog I had ever seen…I was always told the aggressive ones were because they were trained to fight and it was all in how they were raised….and if u got them from puppies that was the best way to raise any dog…Both of the dogs who attacked were brought home as puppies and picked out by Kara…These dogs never displayed any people aggression. ..always sat dutifully by her side ..watched her have tea parties, sat by her side when she was sick, thought they were lap dogs and liked to snuggle…..no warnings…no snapping..no growling…….just snapped!