by Cosmo Coss
One day when I was playing with Diego something bad happened to him. He went into the street and when a car came by really fast and it hit Diego.We took him to the vet and she said he died of a major injury.When we took him home to bury him I thought I saw him move.The next day we held a funeral and a few hours later he was moving."He was alive!"my friend said.We held a ceromy because he lived even though he had a major injury.That day was the best day ever because Diego lived and everyone was happy to see that.