Once upon a time
I was a child who had just gotten a beautiful sheltie named Julie. She was young and soft and furry. I loved her dearly. One night I heard a terrible squeal and an uproar occurred at my home. Julie had been hit by a car and my parents rushed to the vet. I remember laying awake crying and praying that she would be okay. I woke up knowing in my heart that I would be met with bad news. Instead I was told she was alive and had surgery. She survived and lived a long and fulfilling life.
This was the first time I really remember loving a pet so much I spent the night crying at the thought of her death.
This was the first time I really remember loving a pet so much I spent the night crying at the thought of her death.
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