It was so unfair how my parents think that I am doing something wrong, I was trying to find our dog. I sat in my room until I fell asleep thinking where Rocky was. In the morning my mom woke me up, I did not want to wake up to listen to her lecture but I did. “Rosewood, wake up they found a missing dog!” My mom stated. “What, were did they find it!” I asked. “Along the road, a man found it,” Mother explained. “Ok, hurry let’s go check it out!” I forced.
After breakfast my mother and I went to go identify if it was our pet, deep inside I wished it was Rocky. When we arrived they gave my mom papers to fill out, and while she was doing that I was reading a magazine. We waited about an hour whenever they called our name to see my dog. When I walked through the door, I screamed it was Rocky, with a strange old man. The man said that the dog came to his house for some shade and finally got used to it. Which was pretty accurate because Rocky hates to be hot. Whenever my mother and I told Rocky to come with us he could not budge, he was moaning. The vet checked him out and found that, Rocky had cancer. No, he could not I kept on telling myself, but this was reality and it was