When the first time i saw him it was already true that he was my puppy and love him is all i could do and everything went great until one sad evening when i threw the ball he wasn't retrieving we thought it might be a cold something that had a cure but it was something that i had to sadly endure the next day my parents gave him some stuff that the doctor said would make him tough he seemed to be doing good as we all thought he should i came outside one day and saw my brother with him and i could tell that Rebel was getting quite slim he had him ready for a trip and i didn't know that the memory of him i would loose grip he told me to say bye but the only thing i said was why? as he stepped up to the car door Rebel could only move his legs a couple inches or more so he helped him up into the car and he drove off and to me this was bizarre later on in the day he came inside and didn't even say hey so i went out back to pet my boy yet all i could find was a squeak toy this was when i felt that he was gone for good as i sat down with his squeak toy in my hand i noticed that the love he gave me was all first hand now i only have small memories of my boy and this gives me a little more joy the only thing that keeps me alive is the small memories on which i thrive........
