The Day My Puppy Died — My Biggest Regret
I remember it like it was yesterday, rather than many years ago.
My puppy — I refer to her as a puppy, because she was only five years old — had been acting strange. I don't remember how it all happened, I just remember her laying on my bed, not moving. We all thought she was sick and that, if we gave her a few days, she'd be back to her energetic, fun-loving self again.