Its not the best thing to come home to. I walk in the door and find all my dogs things gone. At first i thought mom moved him upstairs with her so she can take care of him while i was gone. I thought he could get better. He was for awile so mabey he just isn't feeling good right now. And everyone told me it will all be alright. Buddys gone. My mom had to put him down. Everyone called and told me they were sorry he had to go.

I don't feel it. I just don't seem able to believe that hes gone. Like hes on this long vacation and mabey i won't see him for awhile but he will come back. But I know that isn't true. But I feel like he isn't even gone. My aunt said that when i finally axcept that he gone I won't feel like he is still here. And even if in my mind he is only on a vacation i still miss him. My dog drove me crazy all the time. Anyone who lives with me knows. But it just dosen't seem as bad as i thought i was now. Not to get mushy but isn't it funny how the things you thought were the most important thing can seem so insinifigant later on.