worst day ever

When I think of my worst day ever, one day pops. The day my puppy died. When I was a young boy, about 5 or 6, my parents got me a little puppy for my birthday. He was a Jack Russel Terrier and I named him buddy. He was my first dog I ever had and he was the best. Wherever I went, buddy was close behind me. There is something about the bond between a young boy and his dog that can't be broken and me and buddy had that. As I grew older I noticed buddy would not run around as fast as he used to, he was becoming old and I was just hoping he would be okay. dog. One afternoon, I started to notice how buddy was not himself, all he wanted to do was sleep all day. Shortly after that, he began to vomit. So me and my dad took him to the vet. One the way to the vet, buddy began to cry and shout. Once we arrived at the vet, his crying had become very loud. I carried him into the vet and the doctors took him away. Not long after, my dad came to me and said that they had to put to sleep. The doctors said that buddy drank some anti-freeze which tastes really sweet to animals but is very dangerous for them. That was the last day I was with buddy and I will never forget my very first