A few days ago my family dog Jessie died. She was very old and very sick, at 20 years old she was even older than me!! I grew up with her, fed her, cuddled her, walked her and played with her.

Jessie had always just been there.


She had been sick for ages, I knew she wouldn't last long, but she seemed to just keep going, I didn't ever think it would happen, but it did. I was gutted, sad and suprised in a way. I didn't know that I had that much emotional attatchment to a dog.

 I didn't really tell anyone I was upset about it, as Jessie lived with my granny when she was too lively for us, my grandparents were really upset. But as all my family were sad I acted fine and decided to try and make jokes about it. I really didn't find it funny at all....

I guess thats what it feels like to miss someone....

Hmmmmm...can I've a hug?

Leanne x