Jenny by Jacob Jones / Blazer

One normal 6:45 morning in the fall of 2000 I heard my mom saying no Jenny and she kept screaming. I thought Jenny had just done something wrong. I just lay on my bed for a few minutes. Then I get up and just as I walked into the living room she stoped breathing. I asked what had happend. My mom she said she was warming up the car and she closed the door, when she opened the door she found Jenny on the grund. We both cried; we cried together. The next day we buried her by our tree. Three years later a Tornado hit are house; the grave stayed in its spot by the tree. It still to this day remains there.


My poor Jenny , my pup,
Jacob Jones