For a long time, I’ve always wanted a dog as a pet. I’ve pestered my parents about getting a dog ever since I could talk. I would get rejected over and over again because they don’t think I’m mature enough to take care of a dog yet. One day, my parents surprised me and told me they thought I was old enough to get a dog as a pet. I was jumping up and down because of how happy I am. A few days later, my family and I went on our way to the pet store to pick out a dog. After debating for a while, we settled on a brown pomeranian to join our family. We waited for the staff to fill in the information for the pet, and soon we were on our way home. We made sure our new dog had everything it needs and left it alone for the day (pets need some time to get used to a new environment). Things were going great with our pomeranian, but little did we know something horrible was going to happen. A few days later, she started acting ill. We took it to the vet, and we were told it was because she wasn’t used to the environment. We got some medicine from the vet and went home. We thought she was going to get better soon, but her health started to decrease until she was seriously ill. We took her to the vet again, and the vet told us to leave her at the animal hospital. We left her at the hospital, hoping the IV drip would help her. Sometime later, we received the sad news that she passed away. Even though I only had her for a few days, I’m glad I got a chance to have a pet.