My dog died.

Well, she's going to. She's currently in a diabetic coma- yeah turns out she has diabetes- and my parents and little sister went to say goodbye to her before they...put her to sleep.

Just because I didn't go say goodbye doesn't mean I didn't love her, no no no, the exact opposite, actually. I love her, I got her when I was, 3? She's 10 years old. I'm 13 now.

I just can't say goodbye. I really just can't, it breaks my heart just too much.

Sammy was the best dog I could have, or anyone for that matter. She was nice, calm, and energetic at the same time.

I guess she did say goodbye in her own special way; before she died, she always slept in my room. Every day, every night, no matter what. And when she got sick, she couldn't move, so she slept in the living room. The day before we brought her to the Animal Hospital, she whinned and started to walk to me. We all clapped because we thought she was getting better, but walking obviously but a strain on her and hurt her a lot. She walked to the foot of the stairs, looked at me, and started to cry again. My dad carried her (Did I mention that she lost 20 pounds? Orginally she was 64, which is good for her type of breed of dog, Samoyed.)upstairs, and asked her what she wanted. I went up with them, and my room is by the foot of the stairs. She looked there, looked at me, and started to whimper (she can't bark anymore).

So before she was brought to the hospital, she wanted to sleep in my room for the last time. I guess that's a way for saying goodbye, in her own personal little way.

I love my dog, and I will forever miss her. RIP Sammy Soasa <33 I love you, Sammy <333