Dear Emma, I hope you enjoyed the chocolate chip cookies and treats I left around the house for you on that day you had to leave. I thought you deserved them. I miss you so much, I cry whenever anyone mentions your name, whether it is inside myself, or out loud. I can't look down at the floor without rembering you, always looking up at me from it. The space right outside the back door is empty without you there, watching over the rest of the pets. Raven's and all of the other dog's ears miss your cleaning, but Nikky can't stand the loss of her mother. She was your first litter, and she can't handle all of the other dogs, like you could. She isn't the wise one you were, though Emma. You never chewed anything that I remember. I still remember looking out the window, mom driving you away to your death. I cried so loud, it was almost a scream. We got a new puppy tonight, and her name is Amy. It means Beloved. She is a smooth one, and beautiful. She will never ever in her existance be as beautful, or as sweet as you were. She is a bit smaller than Saidie, and looks similar to a doby. She likes to cuddle like you did. I wish she would follow me around the yard like you, but those days are gone, and I can never crawl around like I did as a baby, with you watching over me again. It hurts that I can't remember those days, but I have many other memories of you. The memories won't do. I get so angry when any other dog's comeand walk over the area in the den that you were laying on, that sad day you left. Sometimes I need a hug from you, or the feeling of that soft fur. I can't see what I saw in your eyes from any other creature. I can't get the picture of you dying out of my mind, but I wasn't even near you when you went away. I hope, wish, and pray that you will come back to me, but you won't, and I can't stand it. When Mom and Mike were fighting, you were by my side, feeling what I felt. When I was discouraged, you always used to bring me back to reality, with hope for life, but now I don't know what to do, as I am getting too old to talk with mom, and none of my friends care. I love you more than anyone, including mom, and mike, and all of the other pets. I remember staring at you from my bed, then running to mom crying out that you might die in the night, and mom would tell me you were too young and healthy, and then when i ran out to mom crying about it near your death, about a week ago, it hurt me more than anything to not be able to hear those reasuring words, but that you lived a good life, and it would soon come to an end. I don't know why my tears are flowing more than ever about you, the night that we got Amy; maybe it's that she is like you, in the way that she seems to cuddle and be calm around everyone, or maybe it's because I feel like im betraying you. I don't know. I can only huddle over the small area you layed on, close to the time of your death, and cry. I wish you were here, so that I wouldn't be so upset even though you are in a better place, and even though it would be selfishof me to make you suffer any longer. I will soon see you againm though. Wait for me Emma. I love you always. Yours for eternity, Sara