When I was little, I had a lovely dog. Her name was Ppoppi. She was really small. Her fur looked like white cotton candy. I loved her.

The time passed too long ago for me to remember when I first met her. However, I remember the moment I knew she died. It was about ten years ago. I was running to my dog to play like I usually did. She was sleeping under the car, so she didn't answer me -or so I thought. I soon learned she wasn't sleeping. She had died. Despite her young face, she was old like my grandmother. She was too old to live. We buried her that day.

The next day, when I was sleeping, I dreamed of her. In my dream, her eyes were bleeding and she was sitting on top of a tree which had been cut down. I woke up sad, thinking about her. I really miss her.