This is a poem I wrote back in middle school about a dog of mine that died.

A poem about young love, and how it’s only as real as you make it.

This story touches my heart.

One night a strange fog rolled in. I said to mom "i’m kinda confused, mom." "fall night are supposed to be calm and clear." I could tell she was tired but worried. "what are we going to do, mommy?!?" I know what your thinking…

I am trying to raise money for sending my dog to the vet.

This is just a little something that popped out of my head one day, its just about a pet and his master, nothing more to say bout it except that the emotions felt in this were the emotions I was feeling when I wrote it, I hope you enjoy it.

All events, characters and places in this poem are true. However, any similarities with other people with pets, either living or dead, are purely coincidental.

*The pup in the image is not the one this poem refers to. It’s just required to have one though.*

What’s wrong with my answers then?

Since cars generate so much of curiosity for the person who sees it first, it would be chased and lauded by all animals!

My first really positive anything.