Charcoal and Harley are the only two animals in the world that I could ever love. I will always remember the memories that me and Charcoal shared. All the nights that I could actually find him, I cuddled with him in bed. I hugged him tight, never wanted the moment to end, and didn't want him to jump off my bed. He always seemed like a prince with his perfect posture. Some days, we found mice in the backyard, and my mother had to clean it up. I always felt bad for the mice, Charcoal killing them and all, but I guess that's what cats do.
How could I forget Harley, a lovable black Labrador with a big heart. The memories that we shared is unforgettable. My parents, Harley and I used to go to Roger Williams Park. She used to swim in the big lake, make a dash for every squirrel she saw, and shake all the water off of her soft coat of fur, splashing it all over us.
In the back garden, my parents and I used to take turns playing fetch with Harley. We took her for walks around the block, so we could get a nice exercise before bed. Sometimes, on my way downstairs to say goodnight to my parents, I saw her laying her head on her paws watching with shining brown eyes.
I miss them so much, I just wish they could still be on Earth. Beyond the stars, heaven is waiting. Now, I don't care that every five minutes they shed their hair, or knocked things over. I wish we could still have walks, see dead mice, watch Harley swim in the RWP lake. I'm just grateful for all these memories.