Ruby’s story...
March 24th 2023- Her chapter with me began. My birthday.
Chambers hill community in Harrisburg had been tracking a very mangey looking pit mix- threats of shooting her as she showed signs of aggression. and some hunted her. I kept on top – spending hours and days tracking to secure the very scared mama Pitt of chambers hill.
Bright and early on my birthday the hot dog trap had worked. A neighbor and I had secured her. I went over and this tiny- emaciated little girl crawled into my lap. I took her home- she had ropes imbedded in her neck, burns, lacerations all over her. but most prominent was a broken skull. She was homely, scared, wet but oh so sweet. I took her home, got her cleaned up and she was in fact “Ruby Red”- So Ruby it was. Spent lots of time and energy working on getting her back to health. I fell in love. Those eyes- pink nose- and big ol tongue. I was sold.
Her and hades who I Previously had immediately were stuck at the hip. Inseparable. She was home. She mothered my newborn with me- laid at the end of his bassinet and never let me miss a cry from him. She was gentle, patient and tender. Never overstepping her grounds around my newborn son. Protective. Loyal.
Early 2024 I went through a domestic violence situation and an issue with neighbors that ultimately lead to my decision for the safety of the dogs I needed to rehome- During that time I was not even able to stay in my home with my two children- let alone two large dogs. So as heartbroken as I was, I started the process of interviewing couples that met the criteria of- Fenced in yard, children, family setting- room for them to run, keeping them together. but most of all a family with children as both dogs were inseparable from my two sons. I knew this would be hard to accomplish but I was not handing them over to just anyone. They had to meet every single check mark- and agree that if something happened the dogs would be returned to me.
I spent a course of two months interviewing and chatting with many couples. Erica and Trevor Krywokulski included. She spent hours/ days speaking with me. I was over the moon- everything to me “Just made sense”- So after a couple weeks I for the safety of the dogs, my children, myself made the decision. They came to my home and secured my babies- promising photo updates- open communication and again if anything would change- the dogs my babies would be returned to me.
Everything seemed perfect and fine. I was receiving the updates/ the photos all of it. I expressed how over the moon I was- an angel had answered my prayers. I quote a message I had sent “You are an angel- You are giving them their best life that I could no longer provide- I am so confident and secure, how hard it was and I almost backed out many times- I made the best decision- Thank you”. As time went on, I received less and less and then ultimately ended up blocked, but erica had many Facebooks so I thought maybe switched to another one. I knew in my gut something may be off- but had hope. There were a few red nose pits who resembled ruby on craigslist which I reached out to every single one to inquire if that was my girl – to no prevail. There was no response- no photos I could track. nothing. My gut told me in the beginning it was fine. so, I told myself it was just me panicking not to worry.
The last message I got a response was in April – I sent a message and I quote “I had a nightmare about my babies- ruby passed in my dream. can you just confirm that they are ok “– a short response was sent and that was it.
That same week was when my court came to head where I won and had finally acquired my PFA – was still not staying at my house for my kiddo and I safety. My hell was coming to an end- my fur babies were loved and happy. I was alive/ they were everything was ok.
For everything to come crashing now in 2025.
I received a Facebook message from an unknown contact with photos of both my dogs- asking if they were mine and rehomed to an Erica and Trevor Krywokulski. I immediately responded yes. The lady on the other end asked if she could please call me. Hesitantly I said “of course” and provided her my number. I answered to a woman’s voice- trembling. Never, ever expecting the news I would hear on the other line. She is the aunt of Trevor- Disclosed to me that Trevor had confided in her that he came home from work and Ruby (whom was renamed to cookie) was missing. He then told her that he went into the basement of the home and found ruby hanging from the basement ceiling by her hind legs and beaten to death. Trevor instead of alerting authorities took it upon himself to get a blanket- wrap her up and took her to their barn and discarded of her. Hades (who was renamed to scooby) was still alive and needed immediate placement out of the home. I scrambled and called my sister who lives in Newport- my sister unknowingly lives 800ft from where my dog was brutally murdered and my other was desperately hanging on. Sick. Help was THAT close to them if they would have just reached out.
Aunt had asked if it was ok to give my number to Tanya- the mother of Trevor Krywokulski- who would get Hades(scooby) out of the home as quickly as possible. Tanya contacted me immediately- Starting off with an apology. During those few minutes my phone went off the hook from the aunt who sent me an admission directly from Trevor, along with many other screenshots of the family questioning where ruby was.
Erica and Trevor told family that ruby was returned and home safe with me- also told a dog warden the same as the aunt had sent the warden to the home. There was never any follow up – no follow up to contact me ahead of time, then it was said later from Trevor that “cookie had been killed” – erica then said cookie attacked them so violently that the dog had to be “put down” – None of the family have any proof/ hospital / scratches nothing noted to coincide with it. There have been many stories that none of which line up. My dog was hung by a rope- beaten and killed. During this time erica and Trevor avoided family questions, warden questions and spit three different stories to fit the narrative of whomever was questioning them at the time. Eventually family was done wondering and came directly to me- which was provided by Trevor.
Upon learning this – Facebook did what Facebook does best. My little sister whom at one point lived with myself, the dogs, my kiddos and HER children as well – took it to Facebook. Where it rightfully caught that attention. I was scrambling to figure out how to digest and how to get my boy the hell out of that house.
About 5pm an hour or so after that call- I was in my car flying towards Newport to secure my hades. Tanya, Trevor’s mother had secured him and she met me at the McDonald’s on front street. I did not know what to expect- what shape he would be in. would he remember me? Was he hurt? Would he be aggressive? I had no idea what I was walking into.
I parked my car – she texted me she was there so I hopped out of my car- a woman parked behind me yelled “are you Gwendolyn Paige” – I couldn’t get any words out but shook my head. She opened her back door and out popped my boy – I yelled “Hades” ... with his big old goofy self I was barrell tackled and licked me to death. He knew exactly who I was... As happy as I was – My ruby was missing- I got a big hades hug. But not a suffocating lick from ruby. My heart hurt- Looking into his now grey face seeing nothing but sadness- defeat. His eyes caked with “goop” ... he reeked like he himself smoked 4 packs a day. The harness I sent him in still on and caked with hair and skin, ears torn apart and lesions on him.
He with zero hesitation hopped in my car and groaned and laid his head on my shoulders to the entirety of the ride home. We got home where my oldest son met me at the door- Hades we got him when he was just 8 weeks- Malakai was 2/3years old. Hades ran up and immediately licked him all over – our boy is safe and sound.
The influx of messages I received following was something I had never expected this would turn too.
But only thing on my mind was getting my ruby out of that hell house. Authorities contacted me- at 1am that night... where I Spent until 5am going over each and every message / communication / vet records/ all of it. The officer listened/ questioned and acted. Monday morning, I placed a call to my vet to please see hades for evaluation – full eval as I had no idea other than what was visible. They got us in at 2pm Monday. In the course of that time, I received messages from neighbors of the house/ co worker / bosses and their family. Which opened this already heart wrenching incident to so much more.
These evil humans were claiming to preform “Sacrificial rituals with animals” my ruby being one of them- where erica claimed to “Put that bitch where she belonged”- other animals have been reported “Randomly passing” including cats- lizards- and ducks. Ericas former coworkers and friends spoke on how she would boast about her practices.
My dog was found hanging, beaten, dead. From hands of those I trusted with my only baby girl- The little girl who already had a life of hell, I saved her from rehabilitated her from just to unknowingly hand her over to two humans who murdered her for a sacrifice ritual. The disgust and absolute sheer heartbreak my little family and I are experiencing is unfathomable. I truly do not ever believe that we can recover- the guilt I feel is sickening. I take full responsibility and accountability- I should have been better for her, and I wish so badly I would have never even had to make the decision in the first place. But now here we are. My ruby is dead and hades is going to take 1000s of dollars to rehabilitate.
Hades’ vet visit he needs double eye repair – urinary help – skin help- ear help – and an acquired MODERATE murmur has been found that he did not have previously based off my vet records- it was acquired by trauma or lack of basic vet care. His future is unknown at this point in time. He also absolutely deserves justice.
11/11/2025-7pm I received a call that the search warrant was done- officers and detectives searched the property of Erica and Trevor Krywokulski. Where my sweet Ruby’s remains were found with the rope still around her lifeless body.
Speechless.
My ruby, My stink, My girl, My ruby toooobi, my hero.
Gone at the hands of monsters and clueless apparent “witchcraft sacrificial ritual”
A ritual- a murder of the sweetest warrior of a dog.
My heart sank – my soul left my body – Disbelief.
I’m sick – I am leaving it in the hands of whomever will listen – justice to be served for my ruby and bring her home to me- and hades who is living carrying internally whatever damage they have caused.
I am not asking for anything but justice to be served and Ruby’s name to never be forgotten- and for grace to be shed on my hades as we navigate getting him back to health.
my girl will be returned to me after she’s held for evidence - she then will be laid to rest properly at home with momma and her boys .
thank you for reading -