Charlie
When I was younger, we'd had a dog called Charlie, he was amazing, didn't really know how to do anything, barked alot, but he was great fun.

We'd had him for years, he'd been at three of the houses we've lived at over the years and when we moved to the most recent one, he started being ill quite often.

We took him to a vet, who said they didn't know what was wrong, and to find out what it was, we would need to do an x-ray, which none of us could afford, as x-rays for animals were rather overpriced, anyway, we got some medicine for him, and he dutifully ate it whenever he was given it, we took him for walks, spent alot of time with him, then one night, me and my brother were sat in the living room, Charlie sat on the sofa with us, he jumps down and stand in the middle of the room, his legs start getting unsteady so he lies down. He falls on his side and stopped breathing. It was heart breaking, we had always had him around, and we were sat in the same room as him when he died. I still miss him.

R.I.P Charlie.
(annhialus hasn't had an accident since, Mon 3 Mar 2008, 21:44, Reply)