An Old DogMimzy is very sick , My m

An Old Dog

Mimzy is very sick , My mother said. 'Is she going to die?' I asked. 'Yes, I’m afraid so,' mother said. 'I’m going to take her to the vet.' I wanted to go along. 'Okay, but try not to cry, okay?' mother asked. I said she wouldn’t cry. Mother carried Mimzy out to the car. She put her in the back seat. She was a little dog. She was 12 years old. She was younger than age as me. They drove to the vet. The vet looked at Mimzy. He said he could not do anything for Mimzy. 'Mimzy is on her last legs,' the vet said. He told mother she could take Mimzy home and wait for her to die. Or the vet could simply put Mimzy to sleep. 'Let’s put her to sleep,' I said. 'That way she won’t suffer.' Mother said that was a good idea. They left Mimzy with the vet. 'We can get another dog for you if you want,' mother told I on the way home. 'Can we get a kitten instead?' I asked.