by Kelly Wyatt
Well my brother gave me his dog. His name is Kool. The best dog you could ever have. He was my dream come true. I came home from school to have him greet me at the door. When i was down he was there letting me know that he cares. Until one day my brother told me that my dad needed Kool.( My dad broke his back and is going blind and they live in KY i live in NY) I was very confused about the whole thing all I know is that i did not want to lose him. But as it came down to it I knew that my dad needed him. So it was very hard to let go of him and i held him the last night and cried my eyes out. I was scared to let go and be without him. So time went bye and i got better because i knew he was with someone at all times. Then one day my dad called me and told me that Kool got out. I thought that he would be back soon. But now it has been a month and still no sign of my dog. Everyone is still trying to find him but still no signs of my dog. I still cry myself to sleep alone wondering if he is still alive. I even cry myself to sleep a lot! Sometimes i wonder if he is coming back to NY to be with me But time will tell. But where ever he is i hope that he knows that i still love him and i hope that he comes back to me soon!!!!!!