The next morning, Joey jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Outside, he whistled for Ghost. "Gho-o-o-st! Come here, boy," he called. But Ghost did not come. Joey wondered where his best friend could be. He ran to the barn to find his father.
"Have you seen Ghost?" he asked. Joey's dad climbed down from the tractor.
"Son, I found Ghost this morning," his father started. "He wasn't moving, so I took him to Dr. Parker's house. I'm afraid there was nothing he could do. Ghost was very old."
Joey was heartbroken. He would miss his friend so much. He wondered who would explore the woods with him.
After Ghost was gone, Joey spent most of his time alone in the woods. He walked along the creeks where he had once played with Ghost.
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White Dog
Short StoryThey say dogs are man's best friend. Sometimes those friendships extend beyond the grave.