The end of a phase

[Danked]

By the way, can you not post sappy threads when my hormones are outta whack it made me tear up....

I was eight years old when my first dog died. She was such a great dog. She would sleep by my feet at night, she would go fetch things across the room for me, and protected our family one night when someone tried to sneak into our house. Then she started vomiting up blood. It was sad and scary. I didn't know what was wrong with her. My mom told me she had cancer, but I didn't know what that was. I thought she could get better. Then one night, right before the fourth of july that year, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. At the bottom of the stairs I saw my father and mother petting my dog, Saba, who was very still. I didn't realize that she had just died. My parents spotted me at the top of the stairs and shooshed me to bed. The next morning, my poor dog was gone. I asked about her and they said they had to take her back to the doctor. They said I probably would never see her again and that I should remember her as she was when she was healthy. That night, we still went out to see the fireworks, but I wasn't enjoying them. "This isn't right," I told my father, "it's like they're celebrating that Saba died." My poor dog, I didn't even get to say goodbye... :-(