by Jennifer Anderson
The night before February 14,2000, my dog,(Jiffy Pop), was sick, and none of us thought anything about it. The next when we woke up he was still sick, and we thought everything was okay because things were usually okay. I mean sometimes things didn't agree with his tummy. But he was old and his hearing was getting worse and he was having more and more trouble moving. So when I came home from school he had been sick everywhere. Well, I tryed calling my mom at work, but no one answered...so I went to get some studing done and my mom called me at my boyfriends house and told me. I didn't believe her. I asked her it happened and she said, when she got home from work he could hardly move...and she took him to the vet at 5:15, and he passed away at 6:00 that evening. The thing that really bothers me is when I left he looked at me with this look I will never ever forget! I will miss him.He was my Jiffy Pop, he was the best dog I have ever had.Rest In Peace Jeffy.I love you.