My Best Friend.

She always smiles at me, every single morning. She doesn't argue when I need to talk and walk with her. And I've known her since I started school.
On the 31st of July 1997 I was blessed with the bestest friend I'll ever know. As I write this she lies next to me, silently resting, still with her odd sleep twitches.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and my worst nightmare is waking up one day and she's gone. She the gentlest dog I've ever known, even though kids in the street tremble and run when they see her because of her size. She's like Hagrid - soft inside, and caring.
She sleeps a lot these days, and her poor tummy is covered in sores. Today I found the area where her blood was taken, and we're waiting on those results. She has a lump, but because of her age there's no point in doing a biopsy.
I worry about her so much. She's more then a dog to me, she's like the sister my Mum couldn't give us.
I love you Crystal.