I was free, well taken care of, and most of all loved. I lived with my owner Emily, she would go to school and come home, and when she did come home i was waiting for her on the front porch. I always thought love was endless, and I was right, but life isn't forever.

"Well, I better go get Emily from school" Grandpa said, he threw his coat on and walked out the door with me right behind him, I watched the car lave and I waited for them to come home. Finally the car rolled back into the garage, and Emily ran up to me and ran to her. She petted me, and kissed me, when we wen't inside I laid down in a big chair that I called 'mine'. I laid there until dinner, i mean being a dog isn't easy. When it was time for dinner I trotted over to the table, and they brought my food in there to me when they sat down. I gobbled down my dinner, when Emily was done, I wen't outside with her to play catch, and when it was time for bed we came inside and Emily wen't to bed and I laid down in my bed in the living room. I woke up around 3 AM in pain, I went to grandma and grandpa, and started whining. "Buddy, go back to bed" Grandma grumbled, and since I was an obedient dog I went and laid back down in my bed. By morning I felt all better and since today was Saturday the went on their Saturday grocery run. After they left I felt bad again, I went to lay down under Grandma and grandpa's bed.
I fell asleep and awoke in the vet office. Emily ran over to me when she saw my eyes open, I couldn't hear what she was saying all I knew was that she was crying. Then she backed away, ''I'm sorry" she said, the a woman in a nurse outfit came over to me with a needle tube like thing in her hand, and Emily was taken out of the room. I felt no pain when the sharp end of the needle penetrated my skin, then I drifted into a dark sleep.

"No, he can't be gone" Emily bawled, " he was my best friend. The only thing that got me through these hard days at school was him i mean." Emily broke into tears before she could finish. A couple days later I watched as she walked over to my lifeless body before it was buried. I drifted over to her and liked her face, even though she couldn't feel it, at least I know I tried to make her feel better. My body was buried and even though i was dead, every day I did my same old routine, watch her get ready and leave for school, leave for school, wait in my chair for grandpa to go get her, wait for her to get home, and run to meet her, hoping that when she died of old age she would run to meet me again too.