
Bad news
When I was little my parents got this dog for my brother and for me and we watched him grow until he was 10, He was a dalmation and he was like my little brother. I always thought he was going to be with us until we were going to very old but my dad told me that dogs died at the age of 12-14 but he was only 10 so I didn't worry for that day to come. Well, years passed and then we moved to Guatemala and there my mom found a house and my brother and I were going to Colegio Maya and deverything was going very nice.
It was the 13th of November and my dog, Pongo was in my brothers resting in the rug and was trying to sleep as always and I was at his side, my brother was at the computer and my dad was watching t.v on my brothers bed. Then the next day my brother and I were waiting for the bus to come and pick us up. We were gone at 7:15am and so the hours passed and at the end of school my counseler called my brother and I to her office, we went inside and then She gave us the bad news that our dog, pongo died at !0:30 of the morning. I started to cry and she hugged me and I learned that all humen being and animals have their time to leave and also that he is better being in heaven and not on earth suffering pain.

