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Honors LA per. 7
21 February 2016
I sat inside and cried while my dad fetched her in the truck. I still went
to school. I told a few of my 4th grade friends My dog has died
sweated, trying to keep the tears in my eyes (1). This poem relates to
this event in my life. There are no good-byes for my dog who has
died (50). I remember thinking about the night before glancing at her
curled up on her pillow. I thought about how maybe I should have
wrapped my little arms around her, yet no good-byes. My dad removed
her bloodied collar, washed it, and we put it on my favorite puppy, the
runt, Gloria. Once Bea had died I though about if there was a dogheaven. There had to be. If humans were considered animals then why
wouldnt other species be allowed to go to heaven? A couple years
later the teacher said dogs dont go to heaven. Everyone disagreed,
including me. I believe in a heaven for all dogdom (10). I was
convinced and still am. After the teacher asked if we still believed if
dogs, no one raised their hand except me.