He was Sick, Ma'am. The littlest of the Boy-Puppies. Mother kept him close and warm, but yesterday he stopped moving. I always liked him. He was small, but do not think that slowed him down, Ma'am. And even though he always tried to stand on his own and act like a big tough Loner, he would still curl up with me for day naps. He liked me.
But he caught Sick, and resting did not make him better. I remember when my Brother caught Sick when we were younger. It was scary, but it ended up okay. This time, Sick is just scary. There is no okay.
Mother is sad. Puppies are confused. And I miss little Boy-Puppy.
He does not walk in our Pack anymore.
Please excuse me, Ma'am. I must go help Sister with the Puppies. Mother is resting.
(Interpreter's Note: He will indeed be missed. Rest in peace, little friend. You will never be forgotten.)
1 comments:
:'(
Bye puppy
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