User:Tremb1ing66

I was in shambles. My dog, Bandit, had died a few days ago and I was still devestated. We had a backyard funeral for Bandit, who we had adopted from an animal shelter. I had loved that dog very much. I was lying in my bed, trying to get to sleep, when I suddenly heard a rustling noise right next to me. I tensed up as you always do when you hear a noise in the dark. Then I felt a small form land on the bed and curl up at my feet. I exhaled in relief. It was just Bandit. All of a sudden I felt a jolt that got my heart racing a hundred miles an hour. Bandit was dead. But if Bandit was dead, what was the squirming form lying at the end of my bed?