When my dog died

By Skylar DeHahn
Grade 3, Mrs. Floyd
Mill Pond School
    Once when I got home in Littleton from school I ran up the stairs. I threw my bookbag on the floor and I looked at my mom. She was crying. I asked my mom what was wrong. I looked out the window and the bus beeped. My mom would not answer me.
    I thought, “Why won’t my mom answer me?” All of a sudden I thought it was weird. I got really scared. It was really quiet. I wondered, “Why? It is usually noisy.”
    I went to my room and watched TV for the rest of the night. My mom didn’t talk for the rest of the night so I changed the channel on the TV.
    My mom left it there. She usually changed it. Now I was really scared!
    The next day she answered me. She told me my dog died. I was really sad. I started crying really hard. She told me a car hit him. All day at school I thought about him. When I got home I said to myself, “I got him for Christmas. He was just a puppy.”
I had a dream about him. My mom said, “He is in a better place.”
    “I know,” I said, “but I miss him so much.”
    We kept his ashes. I still have them. My mom took me to the movies. I was still sad. I missed him so much. I was sad on the outside. When people tried talking to me all I could hear them talk about was Wyatt. I couldn’t stand hearing them. It hurt too much. I always think about him. I miss him so much. I wish he could come back, really bad.