My dog Klinger was put down today. He was suffering and we didn't want him to suffer any longer.

Today, I stayed home from school because I was sick. I woke up to my mom asking me if I wanted to see Klinger and that they put him down. I said yes and went out to my back yard where he lay in a bed of dirt, on his side. For the first time in months, I started to cry. They came to me by surprise, so I hid my face in my bath robe. I pet his face and closed his eyes before I went back inside to write this journal.
I can still hear the shovels...

I've had Klinger ever since I was 5. He has been there for me through EVERYTHING.
He lived a good life and I hope to see him in the afterlife.

I love you Klinger.

R.I.P
Klinger
May 3rd, 1992 - December 15th, 2009