by hannah miller
comet my first really dog. the one i worked so hard for to get. he was the cutest thing and i fell in love with him right away. i traind him i bathed him i did everything. the day he died ( april 11 2000)was the saddest day of my life. the person who hit him with the car thought no one was home so he didnt stop in even though i was. i didnt think anything at first untill someone told me later. i was the one that had to carry him back to the house. when i got there my cloths were staind with blood. i told my dad to bury him by our old family dog. i balled and balled. i miss him very much. he died just two days before we were going to put him in a pen. i know i willl get other dogs but none is the same as the first one.
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