When i first got Luke he resembled a black ball that made funny noises.As a puppy Luke seemed to like my sister more than he liked me.At first i hated his guts for not liking me, but when he got older that all changed.Luke became my best friend.I could talk to him about anything.He followed me around everywhere.I loved him.



       I remember the day he died like it was yesterday.Me and my dad had taken Luke and my other dog Missy to the Pet Med Van.(Basically it was a vet who traveled around in a van giving out vaccinations).I was holding Missy's leash and my dad was holding Luke's.After awhile of waitng in line for the vet i started noticing that Luke was panting very loudly and seemed to be drooling alot.We eventually got to the vet and asked him what was wrong with Luke.The vet said that Luke was having a heat stroke.When I was walking him back to the car he collapsed.I had to lift his heavy body into the back of the truck and ride in the back with him home.

             When we got home we took Luke into the air conditioning and wet him down.I had his head in my lap.His breathing became shallower and shallower.He kept on avoiding looking into my eyes.Luke used his last bit of strengh to lift up his paw and put it in my lap.Then he finally looked at me and died.It was strange to see the life leave his body.It was like i could see his soul going away.When i looked into his eyes they seemed blank.

             We buried him next to our house.Me and my little sister spelled out his name on his tombstone with marbles ,and i put flowers at the top of his grave.Sometimes i go and talk to him like i used to when he was alive.So its not really like he is gone he lives on in my heart.