Boswel

 Boswel died on July 4, 2001, he was the most curios dog I have ever met.
But one day his curiosity killed him.
When I was opening the gate to go inside, he ran away, as usual, he returned.
The next day he was sick. The next, he was dead.
       I blame myself for his death, even though it was not my fault.
That night, my grandmother told me stories about Boswel, like hove he ate bread mix and the yeast rose in his stomach and how he ate a plaster vase!
       When I was little, I used to think I wouldn't miss him when he died. I wish I paid more attention to him. Don't take someone's life for granted, no matter what you think, you will miss them when there gone. I know I did.
                                           Truly,
                                             Anonymous