When we bought our puppy,he could fit in the palm of your hand.He grew very big.Patchi never hurt our family.But one day,He bit me and we worried.We thought something might of come over him.But one day he started s .We took him to the vet to see what was wrong.They said he had a disease.One day we went on the portch to give Patchi his medicine.We couldn't find him.We drove in the rain looking for him but he never showed up.The next day someone called and told us they had found him in the woods.When we got to the mans house my mom told me to stay in the car.She came out a few moments later and my face turned white.He was really messed up.He was bleeding to where we couldn't stop it.We took him to the vet and he said he might live.But about 1 week later he died.I was so sad.I thought it was my fault.Patchi is always in my heart.We bought a german shepard but I knew she would never take Patchis place.Patci was a great dog.I wish I could have said I loved him.But I never had a chance.He's grave is in the forest.We put roses on it.I wish I could see Patchi just one more time.