Finally my mom goes to get Shasta. She's not doing too well. But she's a little better.
Now a week has passed. It's December 22, 2015, and Shasta doesn't seem too good. I go to sleep, praying that Shasta is better in the morning.
My dad wakes me up in the middle of the night to tell me the bad news. He said that Shasta was falling and she couldn't walk. She was crying out in pain, and they couldn't let her suffer anymore. They took her to Bakersfield and had her put down. We cry for days, weeks, months. Poor Jake. I miss her. But I will never forget her.
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Shasta
Non-FictionShasta is a doberman pincher. She is a guard dog. We love her so much. Then one day she gets sick and we have to take her to the vet. We find out she has a serious disease. Will she live through it? This story is told from the pov of Shasta the dog...
