The loss of a pet is always tragic. That sadness is something I've experienced a lot of and it never gets easier.

Cherry was a beloved pet. Cherry was my Chihuahua that was tragically eaten by something at night. She was cute, sassy, and loved to fight. But at the same time she elegant like and old lady. She loved giving hugs and would cry of happiness every time I came home from school. I miss her goofiness and wish she would come back.

My cat Simba simply stopped showing up at my house. I rescued him  and quickly grew attached. He was playful and friendly. I loved him and had a hard time accepting that he just disappeared. The thought of him suffering or even dying is difficult but what's worse is not knowing. I miss him.

Atlas is my dog that was stolen. My family and I have been looking for him, posting on social media cites like Facebook and walking through our neighborhood asking if anyone has seen him. We've even put up flyers but noby is saying anything. I'm guessing he's just gone, that someone else wanted our dog. I  miss him very much. 

I miss all of them and I wish they could all come back. Everytime I look at pictures, I really hope that I will see them again one day. I wish I could go back in time and change everything so I can at least keep them, for them to stay and never leave. If I could change things I would, but I can’t, that's what hurts. I miss them all so much it makes me feel like crying.