
Thursday morning my grandma Wilson woke up and started a regular day. She looked over next to her bed and saw Tickie (my little dog) curled up sweetly. He had been very sick for the last 3 weeks. Tickie was weezing while he was trying to breath, he was running a extremely high fever, and he was not eating or drinking. When I stay there I sleep in my grandma's room next to her mirror. I never failed tosleep with my dog. Anyway, a little while after she got up she went back to her room. My little dog was laying down where we usually sleep together. She said "Tickie, Tickie"! Although she knew he was gone. My dad told me about it yesturday. Ok, I did cry... alot. I will definately miss my dog. But now I have some really good memories.