While I sat at piano class, my brother brought home a light blue cage. He opened it and out jumped a little white dog. She was beautiful. I always wanted a pup my whole life.Her eyes were filled with curiosity. Small at her size, her heart was big. I played with her everyday, walked her when I came back from school. I still remember showing her off and even carrying her around and parading around the house with her in my arms. When me and my mom took her to the vet, and when I came back, I remember carrying her in my arms while she sat on my lap, she peed quiet a lot. No one noticed and I was glad of that. Her coat was pure white and she looked like a jack Russel but I never found out what breed she was. But as all good stories come with ends, it started when she saw the food on the table. While I ate, she would stare at me, eyes bulging wide.I had no idea how people resisted that kind of stare! I felt guilty and offered her very very little of my food. But the guest staying over at our house, gave her a lot of meat, causing her to have diarrhea. Me and my mom noticed her acting strange, staying up in the attic by herself and quivering. We took her to the vet. I remember my mother telling me she needed surgery and we didn't have enough money. At a young age, I had no idea what diarrhea was.But my parents said she couldn't stay in the house because of the vomiting. When I was told of what was going to happen, my heart sank, I felt like I lost my best friend. I always told stories about her in class, even though they were about the walks we had, those stories still mean something to me.We kept her in a big box outside. I was summer, not very hot, and it was alright, because there was a roof and wall around the backyard. I didn't sleep well, because that was my first experience with death. Fifi felt like a member of the family even though she was only there for a few months. I still remember after bathing her, I only one time, chased her with a hair dryer because I didn't think her fur was fully dry. Time dragged as I visited her in the backyard .... We checked on her .... She wasn't moving. Her eyes were closed .... She was gone. Her death was at the same date at my sports competition at school. I felt horrible just staring at her like ... My heart was ripped out. I didn't cry though. I knew she'd hate it if I cried. She never liked it when I was sad. So I held in my tears. We buried her in the backyard.... And during the burial I made a silent vow to myself ... To at least win the race my school was having for her. I didn't win though. I came in second. When I held that silver medal, I wasn't sad. I was happy because I took it as a sign that she was with me because that was the closest color to her fur. I came home crying, and by accident I found the poem Rainbow Bridge. It made me smile. Knowing that she could run around freely and all .... It had been four years since I seen that poem. It still makes me think about her often and I still cry whenever I read it. But now, I have a new friend. A pug , Frankie (Very healthy four year old). My heart will always have a special place for both of them.