Personal

I had a red dog once. I loved her and we were best friends. One day I was getting ready for the day with mom and dad came in. He had been crying and I got worried. Dad has only cried a few times in my life so I knew something was wrong. Dad took me outside and we sat on the porch steps. He told me tonka had died in the night. I asked through tears what happened. She was killed someone feed her glass. I cried so hard as dad buried her. the safest day in my childhood.