May 15 1994 —- Feb. 21 2001
German Shepherd
We had Mufasa when we was in Florida we had him a
very long time and he was a very good puppy.
When Mufasa was 3 years old we moved to Michigan.
We got this house with a gate around it.
We would let him loose so he could run around and play.
After we think he was done playing we would
tie him back up.
When school started I would hate to leave him at home I wanted
to stay with him everyday but my mom would not let me.
So everyday when I woke up I would go outside and call his name and
he would come out and I would say that’s a good doggie,
and I would leave.
It was like the 10th day I went to school and Mufasa was acting
real strange. I would go outside and call his name and he
would not come out. I would have to go stand by his dog house,
and he still would not come out.
So I would go feed him and he would come out falling and he just
could not stand up for nothing. So when I went to school I was worried
about my dog. So when my mother came and picked us up from school
and we went home I saw Mufasa’s head and his two front feet laying
out of his house.
I ran to his dog house and when I looked at his face his eyes were
rolled in the back of his head and my dog Mufasa Washington had died.
I ran in the house and yelled Mom and Dad Mufasa is dead and they went
outside and saw he had died and we started crying.
We buried him in our back yard and put a cross on his grave.
And that is the story of my dog Mufasa Washington.
WE had him for a very long time and when he passed it
was a hurting moment.
Cynteria
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