Molly was my golden retriever dog. She was my best friend in the whole wide world. She was always such a very happy dog, even after the time I ran her over accidentally. Molly was a very sweet dog, and never would do any harm to any living thing besides grasshoppers and squirrels. She loved to chase both. And she always was begging me to take her out in the boat. So I did pretty much every day after school I would hop in the boat and take her for a joy ride and play fetch with her on the island behind my house. This dog was pretty large also. She was extremely overweight but I loved her and she loved me ha. One day I noticed her not being herself; she acted like she was sick. And the next day she didn’t get better. The third day I took her to the vet and the doc said that she had been poisoned. He said she ate something like a dead squirrel but I knew that wasn’t it. The fourth day my best friend passed away. Her kidneys shut down and she couldn’t eat anything so her body just shut down. If I knew who ever poisoned my dog I probably would do very means things to them. The only thing that killed me was that she was only 5 when she died. So that made her 35 in dog years. That was way to young for a golden retriever to die. oh well I’m in college now and I cant get a new dog but when I get my own house I will. And I’ll probably name her molly jr. and just call it, jr.
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