Good-Bye.

We put my dog Teddy to sleep today. It broke my heart. I've had him since I was in the first grade. I remember picking him out when he was only a week or two old and then coming back to get him when he was old enough to leave his mother. I came up with the name "Teddy" because at 6 years old I thought he looked a whole lot like a teddy bear. I brought him in for show-and-tell one time in the first grade, telling everyone he was a Collie. Until I found out that he was actually a Shetland Sheepdog.

He was my little pal (: I remember coming home one day from middle school unable to believe that my friends could be so mean. He came prancing into my room and let me pet him while I cried.

I feel silly for being so emotional about having to put him down. It was time to do it. He went from being a healthy weight to being 17 pounds in just a couple of months. He was practically blind and was losing his hearing. It was better for him. But he was really special to me. I've grown up with my sweet little Teddy being around. I'll miss him so much.