Just got a call from my parents that my dog died. Yesterday he got outside, there are little kids at the house, and sometimes he just slips past them. He must have eaten something bad, as he got really sick. He died last night.

He was technically my parents' dog, but he always was so happy to see me when I visited. I feel really bad that last time i visited, I was too busy to give him much attention.

Knowing that I will never see him again is hard on me. It hasn't really sunk in yet, but this is a really bad time to have to deal with this. I already have so many things going on right now, college starts in 3 days.

He was the animal I was closest too. I saw him grow up, taught him tricks, treated him when he lost a toenail. He would start looking around for me when I would skype with my brother. I can probably handle it until I go to visit my parents again. But this isn't an easy thing for me.

I really hope the next few weeks go a lot better then these last few.