By the time I was 12, my family had owned many types of pets—a rabbit, countless fish, and even birds. But I always 1 a puppy. So when I returned from sleep-away camp in sixth grade and was 2 by a little dog named Tyler, it was quite possibly the 3day of my life.
A couple of years went by and Tyler was the picture of perfect 4, until we came home from a family vacation to find him acting unlike his 5 happy self. He had no 6 in playing or eating, and he was losing tons of hair and weight.
Filled with 7, we rushed him to the doctor's to run tests. A terrible tumor (肿瘤) was found between his heart and lungs. Every doctor we spoke to 8 he should be put to sleep. We were told that 9 we tried to treat his cancer, he would only live another two to three years.
However, we decided not to give up this little 10 thing. An operation was performed on him and his health was 11 improving, but we still couldn't 12 what the doctors had told us, "Only two to three more years..."So with that in mind, we 13 him like a prince. We loved him like no puppy had14 been loved before—at least in our minds.
Tyler is turning 11 years old this year. The only 15 doctors have offered to us is that he is still alive because of the strong tie he has with my family.
