Jane's (My Dogs) Death

Story Tellers in Middle School 
It was a great day in the second grade until my teacher was holding the phone and said it’s for you, at that moment my heart sank. 
I remember, my dog Jane as a dark orange, and happy dog, and begged for food a lot, and she was my best friend. I remember when she used to chew my clothes my mom would get mad at her so I would try to cover for her and said I chewed them.
As, my dad explained she snapped her leg from bone cancer, rain started falling from my eyes and I ended up crying myself to sleep. I regretted the amount of time I spent with my dog as her last day approached. 
I learned, from that experience and I will never blow my dog off when it seems she needs me the most, that helped me realize that nothing lasts forever.