by Evie McCleery
Hi Evie is writing this. I was born June 3rd and I came home to a great dog. It was a sheepdog. Her name was Lizzy. I lived about 11 years with the dog. But when she was almost 15 she was killed by the vet. It was on Easter of 2016. My family was crying. We were in the car getting ready to go to church. But my Mom was getting the dog and she could not get up. Ushely my mom would pick her up. But it was not working. My Aunt was late to church like away. And she came in helping her get in my aunt car. So they went to the vet and my mom got to pet her when the vet put the drug in. And the kids were at home praying for her to come back with Lizzy. But when I went in my sister's room she though Lizzy was coming back. But I broke the bad news to her. My Grandma kept trying to make us go to her house. The vet gave her the ashes and paw print and the collar in a bag with her name on it. But we still have not done any thing for a funrrol. And we still have her dog stuff.