A Childhood Friend

When I was around 3 years old my mom decided that it was time I got a 
puppy. We went to a friend of hers who raised Malamutes. I was sitting 
there picking through all the puppies and then I seen this special puppy 
with a lump in her tail and I said mom that's the one I want. We named 
her Kinya. From that day forward we were inseparable. My mom had her bred 
when I was about 7 years old. She had 7 beautiful puppies, but after that 
litter she could never get pregnant again. Every time she came it heat 
she would carry here little snoopy toy around and pretend it was her 
puppy. As the years went on I got into my teen years and I barley spent 
time with her, of course when I went out to feed her I would pay a 
little attention to her but not very much because I was always on the 
go. One day I got asked to go stay with my brother and sister in - law 
for a couple months to keep an eye on my niece while they worked, So I 
went. About a month later while I was in Maryland my mom called me and 
told me she had gotten cancer and had to be put down I was heartbroken. 
My mom had her cremenated and we spread her ashes up north where she 
always was aloud to run. I loved my dog so very much.