"Buster!!!" Joseph said with his eyes brimming, with tears from crying, as he put his arms around me and gave me a tight hug, like I was going to be stolen again, but then smoke rose in my nostrils, and lungs, and then quickly, like most accidents, the house caught on fire trapping me and my boy. My boy was coughing like crazy, I had to get him out of the angry fire. I grabbed my boy, and got him out of the crackling fire, but the smoke in my lungs was burning, and I didn't have enough energy to take another step. I knew my life was coming to an end, as I layed down in my boy's lap, being petted, as well as tears from my boy was being put in my fur, while I draw my final breath, hoping that he would forgive me for leaving him, but I did save my boy's life, and what I did would never be forgotten, nor what I did, and would change his life forever. Now I watch him in the clouds, protecting him as he goes in his life on earth, every now and then he would go to where my family buried me, and place his hand on my resting place, and whisper..."Thanks buster."
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courage
Short StoryThis is a short story about a boy and his dog, and their friendship. Through the dog's perspective, he goes on a small adventure to get to his boy just in time to do something that would risk his life....read to find out more
