by channing Nov 22, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
My baby puppy was always there to welcome me home. I open the door and he would go crazy he loved me and i loved him. We would go outside and race each other down to the creek. He was getting to wear he could beat me. I have nobody to beat me now, all i have is myself. When i go back home no cute little puppy face will be welcoming me home now its a empty cage. |