My name is Dusten and i am 16 years old. Just recently we had to put our Doberman Pinscher down of 9 years. He was the best dog I have ever had and that fateful day came when i got a phone call in the middle of fifth hour and 12:40 p.m. It was my dad telling me he was coming to pick me up. When I got home I remember seeing my best friend waiting for me ,my Buddy Bear. My dad told me what had to be done and I lost it. We took him to the vet and had him put to sleep because he was suffering and we couldn't let him suffer any longer. As soon as I got home I immidiatly went to my room and cried and cried. I woke up later that night and got something to drink. When I came back up stairs i was laying in my bed when I felt my bed move a little bit. As i looked up i watched as my confitur was pressed against my leg as if my Buddy Bear was lying beside me. I immidiatly burst into tears and started talking to him. I told him how sorry i was to have done such a horrible thing to my best friend in the wide world. When I awoke the next day I told my dad what had happened. He also said that it was probably Bear coming to me telling me he was ok. My dad and I had him cremated and his ashes are on my headbored behind me as I type and every night I look to the bottom edge of my bed and look to see if his indentation is present. Since that night he hasn't come back to me and I talk to him everynight before I go to bed. It has been almost three months now since that day and I still find myself everyday when I wake up thinking about him. To all those who have lost a pet that wasn't a pet to them ,but a friend or to me also a family member, I am truely sorry and as the poem says you will see them again. Thank you all for listening and I hope you all the best with your beloved friend.