One day a stray showed up at our house when I was little. It was a dog. His name was 96. He was the best and I did not have a pet so he became mine. I loved him and he grow old and got heart worms and then he got the pill and he was ok after that and then one day he had a lump in his side and then the vet came over and said it was cancer and he had to put him a sleep. I loved him and he was gone forever. So now 3 years are gone and I have a another dog her name in Missy and I’m still sad from time to time.