The rest of the day went slow and miserable. The snow turned to rain, the roof started to leak, and worst of all
Goldies body was starting to smell already. I couldnt bury him because the ground was frozen solid. We said kind words for him, and put him in a nesting box and covered him with a straw. I stared at his lifeless body for hours. So many deaths
and Goldie had been through them all
Cody, Nellie, the 2 pups
. And now he was gone as well. Its the circle of life, I guess
. But it was so unfair! So now it was just me and Gracie and the pups. Winters take a lot of lifes
its so sad. I remembered the time I was in a animal shelter
it was lovely there, but they were going to euthanize me because nobody wanted me, so I escaped. Its so sad at how many dogs are homeless, it makes my tail tuck. A month later, the puppies eyes were open as were their ears. Gracie had named them Tucker and Delilah. Gracie suddenly decided one day to go look for Buddy. I dont care what you say, Fido! Im going, and thats that! The puppys are strong enough to stand the weather and can walk a little bit. I cant wait anymore, I miss him too much! She said. So, not feeling enough power to protest, I gave one last goodbye to Goldie, for we knew the nesting box is where he would of liked to rest so we left him there. We wandered for days, until we finally came to the spot where I had left Buddy. Buddy! Gracie called, but I shushed her with a growl. Dont do that! The wolves live around here! Sorry. She whimpered. We finally came to a clearing where a deer stood, grazing. Excuse me, miss, but have you seen a dog around here? A small dog? I asked her politely. She raised her head, chewing her cud and said, Yep. Where!? Gracie demanded. Right behind yall. The deer said, then put her head down. We turned around and there running through the field was
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