Sadie

By Elan Carroll

I remember her eyes, brown and sweetly watching me. Her fur was black and white and she had brown eyebrows. When we went to the beach (I was a baby then) I was dozing in some blankets and Sadie was lying next to me guarding me. When I was four years old I was going on a trip. My mom said I needed something to eat so she gave me a piece of toast.  I was not hungry so I fed it to Sadie, who was almost always hungry. 

When I was six years old, it happened.  I got home from school and my family was looking glum.  My mom told me that Sadie died.  I was so sad.  We carried her bed with her on it and buried her in the garden next to the rhubarb plant.  I knew she was out of my life, but she was still in my heart forever.