Monday December 14 my dog Dexter had to be put down. He had a back tumour and Wobblers disease and he wouldn't make it through winter. That night when he was put down I had to watch my little cousin, Deacon, and he kept asking me where Dexter was going. I finally told him that he was going have medicine that would go to his heart and stop it. He asked if Dexter would be coming home and I told him no he was going to doggy heaven and Deacon kept saying Dexter was coming home, at that point I was crying. So when Deacon's mom came home with out Dexter Deacon started crying and was yelling where did Dexter go. This week will be very hard for me, my fellow Wattpadians.
