It was the week of my birthday,
I had just gotten home from dance camp.
I was as happy as can be.
Then it happened.
My mom told me one of my best friends was being put to sleep.
She was the dog that lived next to me.
I took care of her when her owner was away.
I got really close with her.
I walked over to their house,
pet her, and realized I couldn't take it and ran back home.
I woke up at about 3 a.m in the morning,
with tears streaming down my face.
I couldn't believe that this was happening to me.
When I got home from dance camp,
I saw her laying in the front yard.
I ran over, stroked her back, and buried my face in her fur.
After being there for about 20 minutes,
her owner called her over to the car.
Rosie took a walk around the house,
came back over to me, licked me,
and hopped into the backseat of the car.
I watched them drive away,
with tears pouring out of my eyes, like a waterfall.
I ran up to my room, and cried for hours.
Later that night, I saw there car pull up on the driveway,
I saw both of her owners get out,
but no Rosie,
You may have thought that was the most painful part,
but it was going to sleep every night,
and waking up at 3 a.m in the morning,
with tears rolling down my cheeks.