Written by MAYA (Mckenna Fehseke)
Sweets*,
I know this isn't my day to write but, I can never seem to find you on Ameba Pico
and this is what I thought of to contact you. It pains me to see you and read your writings
on how upset you are about your beloved Oreo. I hate to see you upset because, you deserve more.
You are a positive, well-hearted, nice person. You are kind to everyone and treat everybody the same.
I've never heard one bad thing from or about you. And everyone who reads your AMAZING blog, or
anyone you see in the virtual world of Ameba Pico is blessed that you are on this Earth.
You deserve a GIANT thank you and an even BIGGER hug. And to your cat Oreo,
he isn't completely gone. He is in your heart, and always will be.
I would like to share a story with you, about a pet that I once knew.
(or as I called him "Tankie".) Tank was a part of our family. When he was feeling down my dad
would stay at home. When he was hungry mom would make an extra meal just for him.
I still remember the stink he made after he ate the baked beans.
But the one thing I remember most about him was his reaction to Thunder.
This dog is about 3ft. tall and about 100lbs. That can do some damage.
So one day a SUPER bad storm came through and Tank went nuts. He ate through a door
and tried to fit under a bed. The bed tipped over and went through the wall.
He was in some pretty serious trouble! Our lives were pretty normal except for the fact
that my brother and I would ride Tank like a horse. Anyway, one fall day Tank was acting sick
and he was sleeping all day long. My dad took him to the vet, and when my dad came back
Tankie wasn't there. I asked my dad "Where's Tankie?" He stopped for a second,
and looked at me straight in the eyes, and said "Pumpkin, Tankie had something called Bone Cancer,
the pet doctor said he was hurting really bad, Tankie is in a happier place now."
I stared at him in disbelief then I broke down crying. I was so upset I slept in the garage
at the exact spot he slept for days. But I realized that I loved him, and he was going to be"ok"
with god. I finally stopped crying as time went on and I now remember all the fun I had with that
wonderful dog Tank. Hope you feel better Sweets* god bless you and your family.
