If I had five more minutes with my dog Willie, I would scratch behind his ears and take him for a quick walk.

I knew he was a fat and unhealthy cocker spaniel and I tried to get him in shape. Because of college I did not have much time for him.

I only got home once or twice a month and walked him as much as I could. Then I got a job and wouldn’t be home until summer.

He was only 10 so I didn’t think his time was up yet. I was very sad when I found out a week later that he was spitting up blood and having seizures and that my dad and little brother had him put to sleep.

I don’t know if I will ever see him again. I hope all dogs go to heaven.