my baby doggy passed away due to lung cancer, when i was 10. My family didnt like him and only my dad had a realtionship with him, however he was my best friend, seriously. He only lived to be 7, we was turning 8 in a few months. I remember the day VIVIDLY. I come from a Christian family, so they were all praying downstairs with my nana (grandma) while i was in my room sobbing. Fast forward a few years, i a still grieve, its hard for me to do stuff when i think about him, i still constantly cry. Today, my brother said i didnt miss him, or react bad when he passed. But i did? I didnt talk to anyone about my feelings, i begged god to take me in my sleep to see him, i begged. It was 1am, the night after. I was sobbing my heart out into a pillow that was wet from my tears, I literally cryed every single night after it happened. I begged my lord to take me away from this earth, just to see him again. I screamed, i cryed and i begged. But thats just not enough for him i guess.