very sad and sweet.
Here's my sad animal story. My parents had a dog- an apricot toy poodle a year before I was born. He was my best friend. He slept next to me, we ran around the backyard together- everything. When I had problems with friends, or with boys or anything, I just cuddled Muffin and he'd make me feel better. It was like he had a sixth sense because he always knew when one of us was sad or hurt and just stayed near us.
Our little backyard had only one tree- an apple tree. Someone gave it as a gift to my mother when her mother passed away and even though it was a dwarf apple tree, it grew over 15 feet tall! My dog, Muffin, loved that tree. Well, when I was 15, my Muffin passed away. He is buried just a few feet away from that apple tree.
Even though it's been 11 years, I still miss my puppy. Earlier this year, that apple tree needed to be chopped down. I was really upset because it is a living memory of my grandmother and my Muffin. Well, it had to go because it was starting to take up the neighbor's yard no matter how sad we were. Well, one day early this summer, we saw something strange. Right between the old stump and my Muffin's grave is a baby apple tree just growing all by itself out of a root of the old tree. Somehow it's like a sign that the people and animals we love are never really far away from us even after they pass away.