"Mark Mark come here boy," I screamed. Mark is my 5 year old boy. he has been my best friend. I got him when I was 5 because I made a slid show in school and after that I want a dog, so a few days later I got Mark. When I got him he was 1 and torn up. "Mark Mark came on time to go." Mark came running when he heard the food hitting the bowl. That afternoon we went swim and I hated it. Mark loved it, but it was the last time he went swimming. I helped him out and in my arms he just flopped right there in my arms. "Dad, Dad come quick!"I screamed. my Dad came running,"Whats wrong?" "It's Mark he won't move,"I started balling my eyes out.
