Heartbeat

I swear that here was something good inside my sister, we’ve went through horrible fights, bad reunions, and friendship disorder. It was either hate or dislike, and I know this was going to one get better. My cousin moved away. There was no one to accompany me, so I got Heartbeat, a little brown chestnut Labrador. She was caring and energetic, but also very obedient. I would tell her my worries, and she would pretended to swallow, as if she was absorbing my information, and when I asked her for advices, she would cock her head on one side, and think seriously. It would always make my laugh. We want on long joyful walks, and ate together in the front deck, which made me feel right at home. It was winter and my sister was coming over for the weekend. When she saw Heartbeat, her eyes softened and she played with the dog all day long. By mourning, she could not part with the dog. Since I gave Heartbeat walks in the mourning, my sister decided to come along and tell me about her job, the parties she’s been to, and news about her city, while she patted Heartbeat. Soon or later, she decided to stay. But after eight months, Heartbeat had a fatal brain tumor- she died. I and my sister both cried at this awful sight. But that night, my sister gave an old book that I’ve always wanted to read.

“I’ll miss you Heartbeat.” I said to myself that night as I lay in the bed. An intelligent dog I will never forget. I thought. Not only did I and my sister share Heartbeat’s heart,

But we also shared each others heart.