My Dog, Boy

I use to have a cute dog. We name him Boy because he is a boy and my cousin were the one to call him that before they give it to us. We kept it for two or three years before it dead of an unknown cause. He is a cute and nice dog.

When my mom go to work at 4 or 5 in the morning, he would always send her off. Or when I walk to the bus stop, he would walk with me halfway or all the way. He is a shy one too. He doesn't like my dad for some reason.

And then one day, in March 28, 2012, it was evening and my neighbor came to my house and told me my dog was found dead beside the road. I went to check it and there it is. Boy, laying on the ground dead. After bringing him home, we put it in the front porch so we can bury him later. I was crying and went to my room and listen to sad songs. Later mom went out to bury our dog and his body was gone. She ask me and my brother if we have done anything and we shook our head no. We all begin look for him outside but he was no where to be found.

That night, I have a dream about him. I was in the kitchen for some reason and went to the back porch. And in down the stairs, he was wagging his tail at me. I don't know if I was crying but when I saw him, I grew very happy to see him and then I woke up. It was still night and I realize, Boy was dead and I cry silently.

The next day, my brother and I came from school and found him in our backyard. For a moment, I thought he wasn't dead and rush to the backyard to check that he is okay. But he was dead. I touch his lifeless body and notice it was cold. I knew from that moment, he is really dead.