When I was in third grade, I started begging for a puppy. It wasn't until I was in eighth grade that I got my lab, Sunny, for Christmas. They said she was a family pet, but when my three brothers were gone, they told me she was mine and that when I move out, she would go with me. As my parents expected, my brothers soon lost interest in Sunny, but I always took care of her and once refused to eat or drink anything for two days when my parents tried to sell her behind my back. My mother always hated Sunny and the way she treated her was always borderline abusive. My long term goal in life was to do well in college so I could immediately get a job as an engineer and move far away from my hometown and save my dog from my mother.
On Halloween, I called my family from college to wish Sunny a happy seventh birthday. My eldest brother answered and told me that my parents hadn't been planning on telling me, but she had died earlier that day.
It's been four months, and I still cry almost every day. After she died I talked to people about it, I've written poetry, and I've been to the pet store to play with other dogs. And my mother has now lost any chance of redeeming herself in my eyes. It's probably very wrong of me, but ever since Halloween I've maintained that if there were a way to trade my mother to get my dog back, I'd do it. I really don't care if I never get along with my mother again, but how can I recover from losing four-legged best friend when the passing of time hasn't been helpful?
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