It's heartbreaking to hold your little sister as she's sobbing over the loss of "her" dog. Tucker was 10 years old and he lived downstairs with my grandma. His head reached about 4 foot and he was fat, slobbery, and black and white. Ella adored him. She'd try to reach her arms around his huge furry neck and hug him. She'd pet him and play tag with him, even though he was as slow as a slug. He got really sick yesterday and this morning my grandparents took him to the vet. The doctor said that it was probably kidney failure and there was nothing they could do. They put him down about a half hour ago. Ella got to pet him and say goodbye to him before he left for the vet. I wasn't particularly fond of Tucker, because he was slobbery. He'd rub up against you and your whole pant leg would be soaked in dog saliva. Gross. But it was sad to see him go. I remember when he was hyper enough to jump on you and knock you over. That was years ago. There was one time, I remember when we had a birthday party for Tucker and he had a dog-food cake and a party hat on. We sang happy birthday to that dog and he happily ate his cake. As we were doing it, I was thinking, I can't believe I'm doing this. One other thing I remember about him, is when my sisters were dog-sitting and one of the little dogs were in heat and Tucker was sniffing it. Abby grabbed the dog and held it high above her head and ran. That's the fastest I've seen Tucker go in several years, chasing that little dog in Abby's hands. We will miss you, Tucker.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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