The Memory Of A Loved Dog

He was my friend, my family, my everything.
He was a loving dog that would be with you at the worst time.
Protect you from danger and love you forever.
His name was Pip.
I had him ever since I was 5 years old.
I'm now 15 and Pip is no longer in my life.
He died January 8, 2015 four months before my birthday.
I though birthdays were meant to be fun and happy.
To enjoy that you am getting older.
My birthday was nothing like that.
It was my first birthday without him.
Still now I cry wishing that he would come back to me.
It's like what people say the dead don't come back.

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