Okay this is a little story that I want to get off my chest. It has been eating at my mind for years. It was almost a nice day out the sun was shining high in the sky, birds were singing. But, something was off balance. I went to school like a normal eighth grader should and got some A's on my tests. When I got home was the off balance part of my day. I came home and seen my sister and mother crying, I aksed them what's wrong. My sister said "Pokka was put to sleep today." That's when I got a lump in my throat, my life long friend and fave dog was no longer roaming this very Earth. Pokka was the shoulder for everyone to cry on, she always licked our wounds if we got cut, she always laid with us if we were ill. I loved her to death. But what upset me was her friend Duffis, our black cat changed dramatically. She stopped eatting all the time, she lays around and doesn't play as often. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she still missed her best friend and whom she conciders a sister. She doesn't interact with the other cat and dogs still. So if cats could cry, I bet Duffis would be still crying to this day. I know it's mushy, but I just can't believe my first ever best friend is gone. I hope my 3 grandfathers and my grandmother are taking good care of her up there. R.I.P. Pokka I will always love you. Now I gotta go and wipe my tears off. Thanks for listening.