It was my tenth birthday. There were many presents given to me. However, my favourtle among the many presents was from my grandparents. They gave a cute dog. I named it patrick as I felt it was a sultable name for him. I liked him very much because he is logal to me and helped to clean up the crumbs on the floor. He was with me for three years when suddenly an accident occured.
The accident happened during school hours so I was not able to look after it. After school, I got a call from my six year-old sister saying something had happended to my dog. I hurried home when I saw my dog limping towards me. There was blood on his leg. Eventhough he tried his best to hide it. I knew that a car crushed his legs.
I immediately took him to the nearest vet I could find. The doctor saw my dogs condition and immediately treated it. I was waiting outside the foom when the doctor came out and told me it was hopeless. I knew what he meant and I was speechless. I was angry. Why should my dog die? It was not fair. I went in to see my dog and saw that he was still wagging his tail at me. That was the last time I saw him alive.
After the accident, I felt miserable. My parents came back from work and tried their best to comfort me. They even offered to buy another dog. But I promised myself never to have another dog. I will never forget the day that took my dog away from me...
This my for y English test and teacher said it was good....I am so happy to hear that!
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