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It's been over 2 years since he has gone. I still miss him horribly. Truth be told, he was the only dog that ever liked ME best. The rest have all liked my dad or my brother... Pacco on the other hand, always spent the days with me. I think he knew what time of day I got home from school because he was always jumping up on the screen door when I got off the bus. I even remember that one time when we both fell asleep on the couch and I was holding him like a teddy bear. I could never do that with any other dog, they'd wiggle their way out. Pacco was so...good to me though. Whenever he did something bad my mom would start yelling at him and he come running behind me. I'd wait till my mom left to start babying him. I know it wasn't good dicipline, but I couldn't stand to see him afraid. Imagine the look in his eyes as he was laying on the street... If I had a time machine that I could only use ONCE, never again after that, I would still choose that day. I would have been paying more attention to him. To this day I've never played softball again. My excuse is that I'm not good at it anyway (when I actually am, I have to admit). The truth is...that was what I was doing when I was supposed to be playing with him. I blame it on me. But then there is someone else. Justin. My brother's friend. I dont think I hate anyone more than that boy. He WATCHED Pacco go into the street, just watched him. Didn't call his name, tell me or anyone else, just watched him. Seriously, he could have been saved if that retard would have said something to me. Like a year later he told me that. I've never ever been nice to him since. Thank God I moved away from him. That was just a horrible, horrible day. I layed on the floor and slept by him that night. Well...he slept anyway. If I can remember, I think the doctor said that his stomach had moved up and crushed one of his lungs. There was also a bunch of gashes on his body. They said it would be fixable, we would have to win the lottery to do it and that he'd be in a cage the rest of his life, not moving, getting food through a tube. Even I wouldn't want that kind of life for him, I cant be that selfish. But I still remember the last time I ever saw him... He was out in the backyard limping over to my dad. It was right before the bus picked me up. I said to myself, "Savannah, this might be the last time you ever look at that dog ever again, don't let them make you leave." But I just gave a huge sigh and shut the back door. I should've listened to myself. *sigh* I guess that's about it...

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