I went down for breakfast . Like every morning, I eat. My mom says hi. My dad wasn't here today. "Where is Dad " i say. "At work" she answers . "Ok" I add. My dog comes over and licks me.
"Good boy James" I complement . James is the best dog in the world. I go to school. After school, I am greeted by my mom but not James. I ask why but she doesn't answer.
We walk home but James isn't in his usual place. I ask where he is she tells me that he is in my room. I go there but he looks dead. He looks at me. "No" i say! "No no no no no no".
I hold on to him and start to tear up but as I do he dies in my arms. Even though he is dead, I hold on to him crying hard. I go to bed.
The next morning where his corps was was his favorite ball, a green tennis ball. I throw it but James doesn't come and I cry more.