Sherlock

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I could still feel Max's warm arms wrapped around me even though its been hours since he left. It's morning and I'm getting ready when I hear a loud wine come from downstairs. I run down the stairs and when I reach the last one I see my dog Sherlock laying on the floor. I run up to him not knowing what to do. "No. No. Don't die on me you can't your my best friend, you can't" I say in between sobs. I then realize after saying this that his chest stopped moving. "No. No. Sherlock. You can't be dead no" but it's to late. Sherlock is dead.

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