I was in fourth grade. I was getting ready to leave to the bus stop. Until my mom's boyfriend came in the room and told me and my brothers' something. We were all asking him if he knew where our dog went. My mom's boyfriend told us " I took the dog to the pound, because you guys were paying more attention to the babies and not the dog and its pups." We all burst out into tears. My brothers asked him why would he do that to us. He just came up to all of us and tried to give us a hug. I was so mad at him that I was crying and I kicked him out of the way and left the room. My older brother and I stayed home and cried. My other brother went to school but he cried as well. I was crying the most, because I was telling my self that we raised that dog ever sense it was a puppy and now it is gone. The next day we went to school but I just cried all day. I only ate lunch and tried to eat breakfast but nope I cried and cried. I did nothing that day. And ever sense that day I will never forget about her.