Little Bear & MissyI love pets. I don't know what I would do without my preciouse Lana. But when I was younger, Missy, my excemo spits, got run over by a car. She got out of the yard and was running around the nerighborhood. Of course I had to get her. At the time, I was so mad, that I was calling her name. Then, suddenly, she came running down the street and into the middle of the road. I was so sceard when I saw the blood running down her face.
The there was Little Bear. He died more recently. I honestly don't know what happened to him. He started acting weird and distent. He wouldn't let me hold him at all. I though he was depressed about something or that he was mad at me. But, then I found him under the coutch on morning while I was cleaning. It was so sad seeing him all stiff like that. I guess he diesd sometime in the night.
I don't know what to think about both of this. In both instences, I think my pets thought that I was mad at them. It makes me feel so stupid now because I really wasn't. I loved them both. And I still miss them.