A few weeks later we found out that Frenchy had an inflamed gallblader, we were going to go with the surgery but then his gallbladder ruptured and he had to be put down.
For that time me and my mother both grived in remeberence of our lost loved one, and me and my mother grieved that week. We were sent ashes the next week we weren't sent ashes of our dog so in a way he could still be in the house with us.
Return With the Prize
I never went to school pouting but I still was very sad and it took me a while to get back in to my groove, but, nonethless, I fully recovered
I had finnaly realized that my companion wouldn't wnat me to be so down, but, instead, he would wnat me to live my best life! And so I did.
After that experience me and my mother had talks about getting another dog but didn't go through with it. I learned the responsibilities of owning a dog and the grief that could come with it.