My first pet ever was Alfie. He was so loyal. And I loved him very, very, much.When I came home from school, he would be waiting at the window. He would go bark and jump until I picked him up..
Then, In April 2004, I moved to a new state. I could hardly bear it. My Mom, sister, Alfie, and I made the big move. Since my best friend was there, I was able to pull past it.
About three weeks after the move, I was told I would have to get rid of him, he was costing extra on rent. I cried and cried. This dog meant everything to me.
Luckily, I found a way to get the money myself, and got to keep him. Then one night after he was let out, he slipped though a hole in the fence, and a car hit him. I couldn’t stand it. He died on May 13th. Six days before my 14th birthday. All I can say is I have never stopped blaming myself. I really do miss you Alfie!