This is a story I wrote when I was 6 years old, about the loss of my pet dog.
Here is my first story I ever wrote about grief. I was six years old and in the first grade at the time.
Here is the translation for those of your who need it. I was known as Patti at that age. My father was a forest ranger and we lived in the woods.
Lady was a little dog. Lady only a year old. She got lost in the woods and got a bullet. She had to go to the veterinarian. She had to die.
I remember getting Lady as a young puppy. Someone we knew had a littler of puppies and my sister and I got to pick her out. One day in the fall she just never came home. About a week later there was this faint sound at the door and it was Lady who had been shot by a hunter.
My father took…
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