by Heather Jones

Created on: December 02, 2008   Last Updated: December 03, 2008

I fell in love the minute I laid my eyes on him. He was perfect in every way. I knew he was mine. We were meant to be best

friends.And we were. I named him Snow, as his fur was as white as snow. Not a single fleck of another color touched his body. He

was short and

chubby. He was a friendly fellow who always had lots to say.

We did everything together.We had a bond more secure than super glue.We ate,slept,and played together. I recall feeling

irate

that Snow wasn't allowed in stores. Our only time apart was during the days when I was at school. Those were the longest

hours ever. I couldn't wait to get home to my furry friend.

He understood me like no other. He didn't mind my faults. To him I was perfect. Others did not

understand the depth of our relationship. My mother thought he should be in a cage. I knew he had to be free.Who cares if he

was not potty trained. He was not my pet,he was my best friend. Would you put your best friend in a cage? I was seven years

old that year, and I had life all down pact. I knew everything. And nobody could come between Snow and I. We were

inseparable. Or so I thought.

I did my best to protect him. I did not quite understand that somebody would want to take my Snow away. First it

started when my brothers let him loose outside alone. I weeped so hard as I searched the back yard. A while later I had found

him. I hugged him so tightly,he squeeled. I took him into the house and we fell asleep in each other's arm. I had promised him that

day that I would never let anyone hurt him.

Two months later,my oldest brother and his friend decided it would be fun to hurt Snow. I know now that they were just

boys.They truly did not understand thier actions.Until it was too late. They flushed him down the toilet. My

best friend. My only friend. I wasn't there to protect him,and now he was dead.I wrapped him in a towel and held him until my

mother took him away.He was so cold and wet.I prayed over and over that day. But he could not come back. The big man above

found him another home with new friends.Once again I was alone. It took me a long time to get over the grief and guilt. He was my true companion. I know now he forgave me.

We had a couple of dogs later on,but nobody could replace Snow. He was,by far,the best companion I ever had. I could not

have asked for a better friend. Whenever I needed him,he never hestitated,he was always there.

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