I was about 10 or so when this day happened, and I am 13 right now submitting this story. One day my dog hurt her leg. She had cute white fur that looked puffy and all around her.
Her name was scrappy and, well she didn't like me so much but I still loved her anyway.
She was scared of storms so I always liked it when there was a storm outside because she allowed me to pet her. But one day when I was home I saw her limping.
We took her to the vet and we kept her there for their services.
The next day when I got home from school, I said "how's Scrappy?" My mother looked at me with sadness then started to cry and hold me tight. "Shes gone." is what she said.
I started to ball my eyes out right then and there. I will always miss my cute little doggy...