by Tabbitha Merideith
Ever since i was 8 months old I had a beautiful Golden Retriever named Joe. I can remember riding him like a horse when I was two. Or Playing with him and his tennis ball when I got older. I am now 14 and I can't remember a day without him. That is untill last week. I was away at a friends when my mom called me. She poured out the whole story through a mist of tears and words. He had been feeling very bad lately and we just thought that he was gettin old, but my mom took him to the vet anyway. What he told her was definately what we did'nt want to hear. He had so much wrong with him the doctor was surprised he was still alive. We decided to end his pain and we had him put to sleep the next day. My mom told me on his way to the vet the next day he was staring at her and she felt as if he was waiting for her to tell him that it was okay to go. Through the sobs she looked back at her dog that she had loved for 14 years and told him it was okay, that he could go. Now that he is gone I miss him so much. When i'm home alone i expect to look by the window and see him. Every once in a while I can hear the rythmic chime of his collar and I can feel him lying next to me as if he were still here with us watching t.v. and eating popcorn.