I Used To Be Called Weasel

I Lost My Best Friend

A week ago Little Girl and I busted out the back fence. We were on the trail of something. It was wonderful, we chased it through the woods and all around the baseball fields. But something terrible happened. When we crossed the road, a big car hit Little Girl. I was so scared, I ran back home. When Brian pulled up in the driveway, I was so happy to see someone I knew. But, when Mommy and Daddy got home Little Girl was no where to be found. I am not sure what happened but she never came home. I was so sad, I looked and looked for her. I was so depressed and have been moping around. Daddy and Mommy have been comforting me and spoiling me a lot. I have even got to sit on the couch, ride in the truck with Daddy and one night I slept in bed with Mommy! I am guessing that Little Girl is in heaven. I will miss her.