I used to have several pets but some of my favorites were my dogs. I used to have five of them. One by one they started dieing till only three were left, my favorite and two of his children. One day my favorite (whose name was Apollo) got really sick. He got so sick that he couldn't walk. I felt so sad because we've had him my whole life. I couldn't imagine life without him. their came a day when we couldn't get into his crate and we let him sleep in my bed. Several months later we had to take him to the vet. The vet said he was in a lot of pain and it would be best to put him to sleep. I cried, but we decided it was what was best for him to be put to sleep. My brother and my mom waited in the car while me and my dad stood with him. I told him goodbye and gave him one last kiss before he was gone. I was so sad. That night I cried myself to sleep. The next day I called my friend, Olivia. I told her the whole thing. She was a very good friend during the whole thing. When we buried him we put him in a box with all his favorite things including my new blanket and a doll pillow that he laid his head on at night. One thing we forgot to put in the box was his collar and I am really thankful about that because that is the only reason I get to sleep at night.
