Death comes in numbers

Gone

She twisted his rough neck hair in a circle as she sat there with his head in her lap. He had been her best freind for . ever. She never thought of him dieing. that never came to mind. He was supose to be her beat man. Her kids tool to learn. but no he wouldnt get to do all of that. The vet was explaining the process to her but she wasnt lisening. she just watched his deep chocolate colored eyes open and close. At one time she could remember him greeting her at the door with a light in them but now they just sowed pain. if he wasnt suffering she wouldnt do this but he is. The vet silently put the syring of deadly liqued into him then left the room. He looked at her one last time and painfully waged his tail befor closing his eyes. Now hes gone. in hevan with her other dogs. she began to cry. she wanted to go back. back to befor he was ill. back to when she had him but didnt seem to notice. back. Death comes in number she thought. it comes in the years that you live. its allways there. Huanting you. It comes when you grandpaarents die or when you mom dies. But it comes most when you arnt watching. Like now.