My dog just died

...and like my heart it made me really feel so sad. He's been with me since I was in second year high school. Whenever, I'm sad I would sit next to him and he would rest his head upon my lap. Like he knows that I needed company. He's most of the time cheerful and always playful but whenever I’m sad he knows and he'll just sit next to me. Whenever I get mad and shout at him, he would still try to make me happy. Try to play with me and soon enough, my heart would weaken.

My dog... he's the most understanding pet that I know. Even if he can't understand what I'm saying most of the time...he knows... he knows that I’m sad or unhappy... and he'd always try to be there. He even once caught a burglar when I was all alone at the house. I’m so proud of him. But...

Now he's gone. Old age, I guess, just when I needed him the most. My dog is dead...like my heart. Farewell, my sweet, sweet wonderful pet. I hope the heavens will take care of you.