Bubbles became sick for 2 days, I thought she was just "sick" she was old, when I was 3, I found her in a box on the side of the road, and I brought her home. She was literally the SWEETEST dog I had ever met, she was kind, she listened, and man, she was cute. Everything I wanted in a dog, was in her. I picked her name myself Bubbles Faith (Last name is not going to be told sorry!) While Bubbles was sick, her passing away, came into mind, but still in yet, I didn't believe it. Bubbles was an amazing bestfriend. We would play, and she was a survivor, for just being stranded in a box, in the rain. I went to school 2 days later, and I had an amazing day, I came home, and saw her pillow was empty, I thought she had gotten better, my mom told me to sit down... Her words were this.
"Honey...Bubbles passed away in her sleep, when I was napping...."
My heart sank, broke, and I was completely a mess, my instinct, was to run away, but I fell from my emotions on to the living room, and I cried for three hours straight, I didn't eat that day, and I was completely silent, and I didn't say anything. We buried her, I saw her one last time, and she looked helpless and restless, once we buried her, I cried for 5 days, and still in yet, I barely ate, and school was hard. It took me 2 months to get over the incident. I cry to this day. Hopefully, you guys understand, how much it hurts to loose something/someone you love.
