I was asleep for maybe 10 minuints when my mom came into my room at 6:45 and said to me "Squishy passed away." I thought to myself for a moment. What was she waying? "What?" I said calmly. I asked her 4 times. And each time my mom answed me calmly. I stumbled out of bed and run outside to find my beloved Squishy laying in the driveway, looking as if he was asleep. I put a sheet over him, made my way to the hardware store at 7:10AM and bought a shovel. While my mom was burying him I pet his leg-stiff bods, soft fur. His eyes were open.
Mom put him in and I coverd him in the rich golden soil. His face was the last to be coverd. I couldnt finish it and I came insite and sat around.
I'm confused and very quiet. My side hurts.
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My--Our beloved Squishy is dead.
No need to say how you feel. I just thought you all should know seeing as you all helped in the naming of him.
I can't cry.
He just turned 1 year old.
Life sucks.
