the 8th birthday present from hell

It kept me warm as long back as I can remember, it kept me safe from harm. The pictures in my baby book showed them sniffing me all over as soon as I had come home from the hospital. I was foreign to them a warm hairless blue eyed little ball of skin and sound. And them very odd to me Black, Furry, Wet Nosed creatures. But together we bonded as I remember they would clean me and steal my cookies. I in turn would feed them and fall asleep on their sides and drag them all over the neighborhood. This process continued day in and day out, we like the mail man could not be stopped by rain, snow, or sleet. I loved those animals much as my siblings for I had none. Now I am older so are my companions. The day is august 14th 1998. The sun is shining and the water is warm. I swim in to shore from the boat. The adults are all together whispering and looking up at me. I curious to find my furry old companion look around and begin to search but no tale tale signs are in sight. Finally confused and puzzled I voyage to the adult huddle. I ask where my lost companion is. They tell me she had gone away and will never come back again. I only 8 was confused but in a sense I understood. So in my swim suit I fallow suit behind the adults walking two by two. Up the hill, behind that little red cabin, is a piece of dirt, whit a wooden cross made with sticks and string by a child of 8. Is where my childhood friend rests last and with her my childhood adventured travel its last.