I Loved My Dog, but She Died

Agatha was a scottish terrier, and my dod had gotten her for me for christmas. She had parvo, though, before we even got her, she was gravely ill. Agatha too would be my beloved until i was 18 years old. I remember watching her collapse in our kitchen im and the disappearance of her is what really stays with me. And their pictures of me througout with this little sad puppy um, julia was never well, and she died. That was my first experience.