Moose was my best friend. He died of cancer. He starting throwing up and losing weight. The vet said it was a small object that turned into cancer. If I could see him one more time, it’s been 2 years and I will never forget him. Now I know he’s a better place, eating how much he wants to. He wants me to be happy. I am 14 years old. I just wanted to say I love him. I remember playing in the back yard and running after squirrels. I go back there. It’s very hard.
I just want him back.