My very first dog that I had in my family was a Golden Retriever. His name was Rusty. My mom and dad got him when I was really young and he stayed in our lives until I was nine or ten. I remember he was super mellow and he barely barked.
My younger sister was scared of him, she didn’t like dogs at the time but eventually before he died she finally pet him and started to feel more comfortable. Rusty was a blonde and gold colored dog and he was really friendly when people would come over. One day, my family realized he wasn’t feeling good because he was always throwing up. Since I was little I didn’t really comprehend how sick he actually was. Then that time came around when my parents had to tell my sister and I about how he passed away. I don’t quite remember if I said goodbye or not but I know I will see him again. Rest in peace Rusty.
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