My dog died on March 13,1999. It was the first death I ever experienced in my whole life. My dog's name was Opie and he was a 16 year old Teacup Poodle. He was my best friend. He was always there for me when I alone and helped me feel better when I was down. He wasn't as energetic as my other dog Angel but he was always my favorite. He was very sick and mom and dad said it was time for him to go.

My choices were to give him to someone who could take care of him or put him to sleep. I choose to put him to sleep because I could tell he was in enough pain and would only have a couple months to live anyway. No other person could take better care of him than I did, I thought. The last time I saw him was when he was in my dad's arms ready to go to the car to go to the vet. He looked so sad. I tried not to cry but I couldn't help it. I went into my room and cried all day.

The next day for some reason I wasn't sad anymore because I know he is in a better place now and he will always be my guardian angel. I can't wait to see him again.

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