Two days later,
we got a phone call.
The dog that had been there ever since I was born, had died.
I really really miss her a lot, and I went to go visit the marble-engraved grave that me sweet, sweet grandpa made for her.
She was such a sweet, knid dog, and I dedicate this picture to her.
She was a jack russel terrier, and lived for 17 human years.
I really loved her, and I hope that she was happy when she passed away.

