Six months old  

It was morning year of 2005 June 10^th the last day of school. My mom picked my sister and me up. We went to dinner. On the way home a storm started to blow in. By the time we got home it was as if the sky was about to explode.  My mom let our six months old dog outside. When we thought it was time to come in, we called for him.When he didn’t come in we got worried. My step sister Laura went out and stood on the porch to look for him. Just then a bolt of lightning light the sky, and Laura started balling. We realized he was dead. She said that he was lying dead on the road. We all started to cry. My brother went to get him out of the road. Then he and my dad went out to bury him in the rain. The next day we made a cross and put it in the grave. I told my friends the next day. My friends made me feel so much better. They told me that they hope I will feel better and maybe I could get a new dog like my dog that died.