There's a saying that says a dog is a human's best friend and honestly I believe it to be true.

Growing up, I had a best friend. Even though she was one year younger than me she always knew when I had problems or when something didn't seem right. She was the one I fed my food to when I couldn't finish it, and when I decided to lay on the floor in my grandmas living room she always crawled onto or under the blankets and cuddled up next to my leg, even though she snored it made me feel safe at night like I shouldn't have a fear in the world. When I found out you were gone it hit me like a rock. I sat there and cried. Even at 15 you were so full of life and playful that it was too hard to believe. Now when I go to my grandmas it's going to be hard. I won't have someone there to sleep with me when I'm lonely at night or when I'm having a night mare. You won't be sitting under the table waiting for me to drop my scraps that I didn't finish, you won't be able to play ball outside and I won't be able to rub your belly when you lay in front of me and roll on your back. It's hard loosing a pet that you grew up with. But in the end you know they are in a better place and won't suffer anymore.