losing my best friend

    Our yard was a small size since we lived in a Detroit suburb. That’s why Doc got sent away to a place I never saw with a faceless man I never knew.

     I’ve never been able to face death; no one ever wanted to talk about it. Where were they taking him? I didn’t want him to go, I loved him, and I knew he loved me too. He loved me the most.

     My father thought it was best, and I suppose financially it might have been, but at what point is it that you become an adult, refer to love as a childhood thing and value money over a child’s heart?

     I was playing at my neighbor’s when I went to the fence and saw the man pulling the van out of my driveway, with my dog.

     And Doc was yelping.

     And I didn’t even get to say good-bye.

     That was my dog.

     And that was my childhood.

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