Zoey was 1 of our dogs; we had 3. She was the baby. Though she wasn’t around but 6 or 7 months she was my baby. She was a chocolate Pomeranian so beautiful my everything. The worst part is I was outside that day working on a project (I’m homeschooled) and we didn’t put her on a leash because she was good and scared of everything.
That was were I made the stupidest mistake. She got hit. I just screamed NO. NO! My mom ran up there she didn’t let me. Momma said as she was running up there she was hoping it wasn’t Zoey because she knew how close I was to her, but it was momma carried her back in a box, but I was in denial. I said no take her to the vet; take her. Why would you take her! Mom said I’m sorry. She is gone. Zoey wasn’t bleeding it was probably trauma to the head. I stayed with her for a hour saying good bye and I finally realized she wasn’t there any more; it wasn’t her, just her body.
We buried her in front of my window. I cried 2 days straight. I was so upset. But it is still hard for me. My sister who is 4 said I wish Zoey would come back from being dead. It was her first death really so she didn’t understand. I loved Zoey so much and will miss and love her until I see her in heaven.
With great love and grief,
| Zoey |
| Alexa |