When I was just alittle girl my Dad had got me alittle puppy all of my own. He was a little black toy poodle. I named him Pepe. We got his name off of the cartoon, ya know Pepe Lapue the frinch poodle. Anyways I'd say I was about three years old when I got him. I loved playing with him so much. Years went by and he began to get old. Mom kept telling me that he was getting bad. He could barely see and walk but I thought nothing of it. He seemed to be alright to me. He got sick... I could hear him through out the night coughing and cring. Days went by and he seemed to be ok. Then one night I had come home with my boyfriend, we had just got back from the store. While I was showing Mom all the nice things I had bought I could see something was wrong... "Christy" Mom said... I could feel chills all over my body. "Pepe died". At that moment I just frooze. What was there to say or do?! My best friend in the whole world has just passed away. I could feel the tears run down my cheeks, I couldnt speak. Alls I could do was cry. All night I laid in my bed just thinking... Is Pepe really gone?... I didnt want to believe it but I knew that he was gone. I just kept telling myself that it was going to be ok... hes gone to Rainbow Bridge and now hes finally happy. I miss him sooo much. Its so diffrent with out him. He was my first dog, my buddy. But I'm sure he likes it alot better where hes at now. So I'll just wait until my time has come and we will be togeather again forever.