She has a Heart- to represent her personality

Moving On

When my parents left and I saw mast sight of Daisy, I ran upstairs. I started to write. Writing was the best thing, for me, whenever I was really mad or sad. I wrote a letter to her and told her what an amazing dog she was to us and how much I was going to miss her. It was impossible to write the overwhelmingly powerful feelings that were inside of me, but I tried my hardest. I wasn't sure where to out the letter, so I put it under her dog bowl. Life seemed surreal to me, I've had Daisy almost all my life. And then the thought once again came to me, yet this time 10x more powerful, 'what am I going to do?' Her food bowl, her dog bed, her collar, her essence and joy was still in this home, but she wasn't. My parents came back home, my mom's face was hot red and she cried that never again was she going to the vet to put a dog down. It was too much. The rest of that day, every smile, laugh, and grin was fake and immediately turned into tears. Everything was unfair to me. Life sucked. And to this day, from September 18th, 2014 to March 9th, 2015 a lot of the smiles and laughs are fake. I cry a lot of times just thinking about her. When I went to sleep that night my mom said to me, "right now, life is miserable. And for a while whenever you think of Daisy, you'll cry. And that's normal. But I promise you, one day you'll smile and think how lucky you were for her to ever be in you life. Trust me" she left and I tied to wipe off my tears and go to sleep but right then, that was impossible. A few hours later, since my cries became louder, my mom came back into my room and said, "she's in heaven, where else would she be?" Then she left and o went to sleep better, knowing it was me that wasn't ok, not Daisy. Each day after, life became more and more pointless to me. I wanted to die. What was the point of living? As my L.A. teacher had said, you live, struggle, then die. Maybe I took that into consideration more than the other kids. Why couldn't we all just die then bit have to worry about death any more? Not have to worry about anything actually. I wanted to die. To be with Daisy, to be away from the horrible world. But I had to keep pushing, keeping remembering what Daisy had taught me- happiness. She was the reason I made it this far, so why quit now?