Cubby

I'd had my dog Cubby as long as i could remember. I couldn't remember ever not having him. He was the cutest cocker spaniel you could ever own. We grew as best friends, and Cubby was just like a brother to me. All my friends loved playing with him. He loved everyone. The only time he hurt someone was when Cubby was in our fenced backyard when we weren't home. My neighbor went through the fence gate, and walked up to Cubby. He was obviously scared that this person he had never seen before was about to do something to him(he didn't know blair was only trying to pet him) when we weren't home, so he felt threatened and bit blair. Besides that, Cubby was as gentle and playful as could be. When he was 9 years old, he started acting strange. Usually when he would jump he would land regular, on his front paws first, then his back.

But lately, it was like his front paws would give out, and he would land on his neck. He also ate grass all the time, and was having bladder problems. It hurt me to see Cubby like this. He was soon diagnosed with cancer.

One morning, as i was coming home from a friends house, i entered a quiet house. No one said anything. Then my dad came up to me and told me Cubby had a seizure and died. I didn't beleive him at first, then he convinced me that he was telling the truth. I ran up to my mom who was crying just like me. I really miss Cubby. My whole family does.

He died on May 22nd, 1996. Exactly 9 years after we got him..