I had a family dog. Her name was Aussie Lola. Aussie was a very special dog. She had been with me through everything... she was my one constant while everything was changing. As she got older she lost her hearing her sight he sense of smell. she was overweight she had diabetes and she arthritis. two weeks before my eighth grade year ended we had to put Aussie down... My grandmother called me on a Friday and before she spoke i knew. My Aussie was gone.I crumbled like sugar and i cried for days. SometI'mes i think about her and its like I'm being stabbed and the feeling of loneliness settles on again. Its been two years since we put Aussie down and i wrote this poem bawling my eyes out. Yes i know shes just a dog but she was my dog.