It's 1/3/2017 aka my moms birthday, which I would love to say Happy Birthday Mom Love You. But it's also a very sad day, our family dog was put down today ): he wasn't eating, and was so skinny and old. We decided to end his pain and let him free. Keep in mind this dog was there when I was very young. The whole family, my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, my parents. His name was snoopy, one of a kind pit bull who protected us, no he wasn't aggressive. He was kind, knows when something is wrong. I kept thinking when this day would come, I overheard my grandma say someone was going to pick him up right after new years & that he wasn't eating. I didn't think she meant by putting him down, I didn't have the chance to say goodbye. It hurts, he was THE ONLY DOG I've ever known that I called MY dog. My parents never bout me a pet, they said we have one and its Snoopy. But he lived with my grandparents, so I never really saw him. I'm hurt Now every year, on my moms birthday I have to remember my bestfriend being put down.. ):
