It’s about my ol’ dog Chumley who died.
I grew up with him ever since I was a little baby. Except then I knew
him only as “The dog who steals my cookies”. But as I grew older and we
moved into the country from at least two years of city life for me
I knew him as “A special friend” . I loved to be around him
he was my best friend. He grew older and older and he
couldn’t walk or run oh how he loved to run! He couldn’t go to
the bathroom on his own and he couldn’t eat. He was too old
seventeen and a half going on eighteen. He was pitiful but it
didn’t matter to me. In my heart I knew he’d always be a little
puppy running around so full of life. I’m sorry I’m crying right
now….I miss him so. He was always crying trying to tell us
“I’m sorry you’ve done so much please just let me die” We didn’t
have the heart to put him to sleep and finally one night I came
downstairs to find the vet in my house ,my mother crying holding
Chumley close. Chumley was her dog. My dad saw me and told me
the horrible New Chumley had died. I just cried myself to sleep
that night; he meant so much to me and I was always there. Why
couldn’t I be there when he died? I wasn’t there at his burial: It was
too much for me. I watched through the window it was way too sad.
I’ll miss him but I know at least he’s in a better place. I have one
memory of him when he was young and happy. I was walking
down the hall in my house when I heard footsteps. I decided to
hide then jump out and scare whoever was coming. I saw a chair
and quickly hid behind it. There down the hall was Chumley
walking so happily along a pair of neon green socks in his
mouth. I remember everything like it was just yesterday.
Chumley I love you because you’re my lifelong friend and
because you’re my lifelong friend and
that means forever.
Katie Burkes Age 9
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