Sammy Dog.

My dog died today at 9 am. My favorite dog out of all, the one i named and the one i loved the most. My Sammy. My samuel adams..is....dead.

I saw the disturbed dirt... i saw the old soccer ball... i saw the single flower... i say the staked stones. My Samuel Adams died. My dog, the orange furred little brother i had. He was gone at 9 am. I didn't even know till 2:17. I cried and knelt down near the little tomb, saddened that i didn't get to say good bye. My make-up ran, my heart it throbbed. I still cry, I am crying even now, my Sammy dog, i didn't get to kiss goodbye. My eyes they water, as my head it hurts. I feel like he's still here, walking into my room... barking at me to pet him. I wish i could pet him one last time... my Sam... the dog i named... the dog i loved and became so close to. My mom said he was still beautiful when he lay dead. He looked as if he was still sleeping, alive and breathing. But the blood drained from his little body, i cry so loud, just to picture my little Sammy... lying in the ground.

R.I.P Samuel Adams... I love you my little doggy..

Author's Note

I miss him... i am still crying for him, 7 hours of tears at my face. I wish i could bring his soul back,.

Reviews

[Zane Furtado]

Sorry.