One of my quick writes (:

I used to have a dog, and her name was Kiesha. She was a Husky. I remember a lot about her and a lot of stories i've heard about her. She was a very good dog and was very protective for example: when my sister was born she wouldn't leave hopes side and if someone tried to pick her up Kiesha would growl. She acted as if hope was her own kid. Also Kiesha loved jumping up on peoples backs and would do it all the time. Kiesha was still alive when i was born, but when i was around eight she started getting sick. We didn't know what was wrong. She went to the vet, and they said it was probably a tumor but her eye was going back into her head. We had her put to sleep. It was very sad because I grew up with her.