Nov 20, 2014 2 min read

Hi guys, today I saw something coming back from my orthodontist appointment, a dog.

At first I asked questions. Is it alive? Does it have a collar? Is it mine? Was it run over? It doesn’t look hurt. Wait, did it move? No, no it didn’t.

My mom parked the car, she was asking all the same questions. She prayed for a heart beat, but it didn’t come. No collar, and the eyes were almost frozen open. It was gone, we got some old blankets and picked it up taking it to a whole across the street by an abandoned house right below the walnut tree, the house didn’t look abandoned and the yard was nice, but it certainly was abandoned. I wasn’t scared of the dog, I stroke its back and told it I loved it. We buried the dog.

It was brown with a white belly, pointy brown ears and cold black eyes. My mom hugged me, knowing how desperately I wanted it to live. It was sad.

Im writing this post dedicated to the dog. We are pretty sure it was homeless but if it was yours check Brady St., across from the house with the white fence; you’ll see it. I’m naming the dog Jamie. The name is unisex, seeing as I was too upset to check the gender. I’m sorry, Jamie. I love you. See you soon.