So recently my dog died. but it wasn't just any dog it was bear. I got beat when I was 7 years old, I sang to him, I cried to him, he was my best friend. he loved bottles, he loved going bye-bye (car ride) he loved to run and be outside(: he was my joy, every time id come home it would be like I had may his day by petting him and calling

 him a good boy. He made me angry at time -_- but I always forgave him. one look in his eyes and Id realize oh well idk if he ate my shoe I can go bare foot for a month I love him(: it tore us apart. the day we buried him was the first time my brother ever hugged me and told me it was going to be okay, and he was right(: I have dreams of bear and it makes me happy. I miss him more then anything but I know hes no longer in pain. If I could wish for anything it wouldn't be money fame or fortune, it would be to tell bear I love him and let him hog my bed just one more time. Im writing this in class and trying my hardest not to cry. I love you bear, be a good boy.