"Goodnight mom, dad. I love you. See you soon, tomarrow morning." I gave them my crosses and they gave me theres. I wasn't expecting something to happen.
I woke up at 3:00 the next day. I yawned and stretched. As always I stayed in bed, watching TV for a while. I watched my favorite shows. I finally decided to come out of bed 3:30.
"Goodmorning sweetheart," said daddy. We chattered about unimportant matters and then someone suddenly brought up- "Sparky died."
I looked at my mom for a split second, and I teared. Yes he was 15, but all my life he was with me. Making me happier. I hadn't a chance to say I love you, and I'd see you soon.
He was adopted for my brother Steve, and then passed on to my sister soon after she was born. When I was born, I first saw my first house. He was there.
I'll continue the story as this is becoming a memorial story, excuse me. I didn't cry. He was at Rainbow Bridge. Soon after, thank you Ginny, I found this site...