Before I was born, my family bought a dog. She was black and was named Molly. In 2004, Molly had a litter of puppies, and the runt was a small blonde dog. He was named Hailey because it was hailing outside when he was born. My grandpa wanted to buy a dog, so he bought Hailey. In 2006, my grandpa died in his sleep, which left us with Hailey again. For the next two years, we had both Molly and Hailey. Molly was diagnosed with diabetes and had to have a shot every single day. One day Molly wouldn't eat so she couldn't have her shot. Within a few days, she grew weaker and weaker until one morning, I was petting her and she took her last breath. After I woke my mom up, we spent the next four hours digging a hole in the woods, while it was raining. Now, I still have Hailey and he is the most annoying dog I have ever seen.
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