When I was in the 4th or 5th grade my dog died he was the best dog in the world he loved us and we loved him. His name was Jack he was a Jackrosalractereer. We did not know what happened to him until our naber hound him in his field died. We did not think he was died because he would stay out all night sometimes. I was not that sad that he died because I knew that my dog would go to heaven and be happy and he would play with all the other dogs that are died. And having fun with other dead dogs I knew that all things must die avenchuly. I did not know that my dog had to die when he was 4 or 5. We do not know how did it. But we got over it and had fun without him. Which was hard to do. And Jack changed my life before he was died he made me
