My Dog's Funeral

      Today, it was August 20th in the afternoon at 10:49 A.M  when my dad and I were going down stairs to stop the dogs from whimpering and barking. Lucky Jr. , my new dog, was the loudest dog in the family even though he only barks because he wants something. Lucky Jr. was a present from my aunt and he had black smudges on his forehead because my dad tried to wash off the marker spots he drew on him. Later on, I let Lucky Jr. out to go to the bathroom even though I mostly have to look for him. But sometimes he goes somewhere alone at night which worries me.

     He usually doesn't go inside unless I have to find him. He probably likes to play hide and seek after he goes to the bathroom. Sometimes he even goes across the street just to hide like in a parking lot. But this time he just took the game too far even though it was his favorite game. It was 10 minutes and I wanted to go check on him, but my dad told me he always takes a long time to come home because of the game.

          After half an hour, he didn't come back yet. My dad told me and my sister to look for him outside at the big bush near my friend's house. We found him at the edge of the street lying down. I picked him up and put him on the side walk to check if he was breathing so my sister told me to stay with Lucky Jr. because she was about to call our dad to see. He came to tell us he gonna pass away.

     While me and my dad were petting him, he cried one last tear and stop breathing. I cried night, day, at dinner, and while I was on my computer. We wrapped him up in something my dad had and we went to his funeral that was 5 min. His funeral was near the lake at the edge of a house. We wondered who did it, but me, my dad, and my sister guessed it was a car since Lucky Jr. was at the edge of the street. At the end of his funeral we lit incense candles, candles that Asian people use to wish for things from god or for people that has passed away.

     It wasn't easy to move on because Lucky Jr. was the greatest dog I have known even though he barks.

I still wonder why my dad and my sister didn't cry like I did or thank me for saving his body or the last few min of his last life. When he cried one last tear I think he was sorry that he couldn't live with us anymore. I still blame myself for not looking for him when I wanted too,but I know he's happy in heaven mostly because my dad has been mean to him countless times even when I tried to calm him down or yell at him. I will miss him, but he's more happier than I am in heaven.