by Emily McGee
Prissy was just a puppy when I was just a little one. She and I would eat together,sleep together, and play together. We would always make mudpies for my grandmother to eat, she would dig the dirt up and i would get the water. She would grin at you and that was her way of saying hello. She got to where she couldn't hear or see well but she knew my voice. So one day I was getting ready to go back to school and I noticed something was wrong with prissy. i went over there to her and she laid down and so I picked her up and held her in my arms and she gave me a lick on the face and she just died. I told jesus and God please take care of her because i'm gonna join her when it's my time to go . I buried her by her brother "Bubba". One day I was swinging in the swing me and her used to play by and I saw this black and white dog coming towards me so I stood still and the dog started grinning and I knew it was prissy . I peted her on the head and told her that I loved her and Goodbye. She was 14 years old when she died .