my parents sat me down at the old couch, i could tell we were going to talk about something serious. i felt anxiety bubbling in my chest, “don’t worry you’re not in trouble. we just have to tell you something. we’re moving, and you have to leave Max here. our new house has a small yard, it will be better for him somewhere else.” i wasn’t crying at the thought of moving, not yet anyway, but i immediately broke down when they said i have to leave my dog. i’ve had him for 3 years, i love him!! i just cried and cried for what felt like forever. then i had to go to school the next day and tell all my friends i’m moving away, i cried many times that day. but never as much as when we gave away Max. it hurt to leave everything i knew behind and loosing my dog was just the cherry on top. my parents told me we could get another dog after we move for my birthday, but i knew it wouldn’t be the same. i haven’t seen Max since, don’t even know if he’s alive or dead.. but i hope he’s well, he was a good dog.