My Dear Friend

They say a dog is mans best friend,

But best friends are never supposed to leave you.

Two days.

That's it.

Then a life will end.

A life that doesn't deserve to end.

The worst part is, I'll never get to know what he thinks of me. I'll never know if he knew I loved him. Two days, and then the world will have any irreplaceable empty space. He is the first dog I had, and yet I can't even remember the times I had with him.

It's torture.

It's pain.

But if we didn't do this, he would be the one feeling the torture and pain, and that is something I refuse to let happen.

It's already gotten bad. The pink around his whiskers. He's skinnier then he's ever been. His legs give out, and he shakes uncontrollably sometimes.

I know it's the best thing to do.

But I don't want to let him go.