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

Note: based on a true story: ( 
 
 Pete always wanted to play, and when he jumped on me I liked to shove him off and pin him down and lick his face, like any good big brother. But it had been getting harder. One day he was faster than me, and then he started to beat me in fights. He was so much smaller, and I had always been stronger. 
 
 Then I noticed mom was starting to look sad. She stopped getting angry with Michael when he would feed me scraps under the table. I was happy about that. But then some days he would discretely display a piece of turkey under the table for me, and I didn ’ t want it. It was too much work to walk to his hand, and I was so tired. But it ’ s okay, Pete got to eat it. 
 
 Dad never spent much time with me, but now when he got home from work, he came and sat next to me on the bed. He would pet me and whisper things about his day, and how much he loved me. I liked the attention, and all the turkey Michael gave me too. But my legs started to hurt all the time, and I felt dizzy. 
 
 Mom must have known I was feeling sick, because she planned a family day to make me feel better. She took me out into the yard with her and Michael and they both sat with me in the sun. It was so nice. Then dad came in the big metal wind machine. He brought food! It smelled so good. 
 
 They all started to unwrap the bread and meat stuff. I was happy to just smell it, but they started to give it to me! There were so many! I ate one and then there was another! 
 
 It was so delicious I almost didn ’ t even notice the lady dad brought in the metal thing. She came over and started to pet me too. She had a bag she was looking in, and mom started to cry. Oh no! Why is she sad? I nuzzled her and try to make her smile. She just holds my head in her hands and cries harder. I jump a little bit. There was a sharp pinch where the nice stranger lady was petting me. 
 
 It ’ s okay mom, don ’ t cry so much. I love you.
