[ WP ] From a dogs perspective , write about its last few days/moments alive .

We are at the vets. I only like this place because they give me cookies. My masters surround me the youngest is trying really hard to sit still. It's like they knew something I did n't. I hope this was n't like another time after that strange lump appeared. Then I felt sleepy and woke up with a cone on my head. They kept it on for a few weeks. I was so emberessed, but they all loved me just the same. That was so long ago though. I could still run then. I still wanted to eat and play then. The young master finally stood up and hugged me. She did n't move so I gave her kisses it always made her happy. This time she cried. Why was she crying? Did I do something wrong? I give more kisses and weakly wag my tail. She smiles slightly. That makes me happy. Now the doctor comes in. I do n't get a cookie this time. I do n't really want one anyway. The doctor has a needle. I've seen these before, but this one seems different. I feel sleepy now. I hope I do n't wake up with a cone on my head again. `` I love you Bear'' my young master tells me. She hugs me again until I close my eyes.
