Status: I hope you like my story, please keep in mind I am 14 years old, my first memoir, and It took a little bit of courage to post it.
Kojack's Story
Chapter 2: Kojack's Story
I woke up everymorning thinking about my dog. He probably did the same when he was alive. I felt so much pain. I had dreams about him. Running. In fields that didn't end. Having one more chance... "JOSH!" I woke up. He was still gone. Still just in heaven. The running was over. My dog faded away.
It was like that for a little while. I never really forgot, but I stopped thinking obsessively about him.
We had gone to some kind of diner. I got my regular, chicken and fries, and we left. As we went to the car, I stopped. I seen another boxer dog and was reminded of Kojack. Again I missed him. I obsessively missed him. But I know that I needed to stop worrying. It wasn't going to get any better. I just wanted to believe it would.
It was like that for a little while. I never really forgot, but I stopped thinking obsessively about him.
We had gone to some kind of diner. I got my regular, chicken and fries, and we left. As we went to the car, I stopped. I seen another boxer dog and was reminded of Kojack. Again I missed him. I obsessively missed him. But I know that I needed to stop worrying. It wasn't going to get any better. I just wanted to believe it would.
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I wrote this in one night to get my story published to the site. I hope you like it.