I walked with him, gave food, helped her bathe and ran with it all the days. I loved Fred. After about 4 years, Fred began to get sick. He did not want to play with me, or eat or do the things you did before. He had trouble peeing and wanted to lie down all day.
My dog seemed to be bad and I thought he was going to die. I cried a lot because I did not know what to do, got sick because of it, Fred was my best friend, and I was very upset to learn that he could be wrong. My mother took him to a clinic of veterinary and I went along, but I was asked to not enter the consultation room. When we left, Fred did not look better, but my mother assured him that he would be fine and would give remedies for it. After a few days he went sick and sad.
One day I heard my mother say to my father that he had cancer in her private parts and that disease was spreading. I cried for a few days because I had heard of this disease and she never seemed curable. After a month we went back to the clinic, Mom said crying I should say bye to Fred because he would stay there for some time. I said goodbye, I gave him a kiss and let my father take him to the room.
Well, Fred never came back. As I got older I knew he had to be sacrificed because he had an incurable disease. Even today, to be honest, I'm miss him and hope to see you in heaven.
