Who'd know that dogs could have such great impact on our everyday lives? I surely didn't but one day after I came home from school my fourteen year old dog Lane was passed out on the floor of my living room, and when she actually woke up, I tried to get her to eat some food but she wouldn't eat it. For the next few days I stayed by my dog unable to do anything, I felt hopeless. On the third day of lying on the floor stroking my dog's silky blonde fur, I decided to make an appointment at the vet's office, so they could put her put her into a peaceful sleep.

The next day was horrible; they gave me the decision to either hold Lane in my arms or to put her to sleep while I'm not watching. But of course I wanted to see her go to sleep in my arms, like the good pet owner I am. When they got the needle out, I felt Lane stiffen in my arms as if she knew that this was going to happen. I saw my life with her, flash before my eyes, the time she bit my abusive boyfriend, and the times when we would go play Frisbee on the park. But my most favorite memory was the one when I was ten and my parents brought me to the pound so I could pick out my first puppy. There were dozens to choose from there were white dogs black dogs, and even a dog with a black body except for the one white spot on its butt. The one dog that stood out, though, was a scrawny blonde seven year old dog with blue speckled eyes looking at me with excitement. I knew from the moment that, that dog looked me in the eyes that I was going to spend the rest of my life with her at my side.

Now, though, as Lane's bony twitching body lays in my arms I know that our special cause her life more torture; and I just couldn't do that because I loved her too much. As I saw the vet empty the deadly liquid into my dog's veins I couldn't help but to let out a tiny sob from the abundance of them in my chest. Lane's eyes started to close slowly, and by now I was sobbing uncontrollably. I felt a lift of her head, then a lick from her tongue to my arm. Her body suddenly went limp, and I knew that her pure soul had left her body defenseless to the world of love, hate, and war.

Later that night I couldn't do anything. I was a zombie. I just lay in my bed, and stared at the white ceiling, feeling empty and alone. When my mom tried to make me come downstairs for dinner, I didn't even respond, I just lay on my bed staring blankly at the ceiling. I felt no pain or emotion, I felt…empty. I felt alone. I felt unloved. On that day my heart shattered into a million pieces.

Two months later

"Come on, Bella, you've been sulking around for two months. I know that Lane was very special to you but, you're losing yourself. You need to move on," my friend Mike Newton said as he sat down next to me at lunch. I glared at him in disbelief; he was such an insensitive jerk sometimes. I mean I feel like a total idiot saying this but…he just doesn't understand. Mike has never had a pet therefore he can't understand. I know that you'd probably think that I'm acting ridiculous but…Lane had a part of my heart with her, and when she died she took that part of my heart with her.

"Hey, Bells, I'm sorry. Can you please stop crying…people are staring." Mike's anxious voice joisted me out of my thoughts. I lifted my hand up to my face, surprised, I didn't realize that I was crying until Mike brought me back to the present.

And sure enough people were staring…people just can't find drama here in the small town of Forks, Washington so when they see someone crying they start to make rumors.

"Hey, to bring ourselves out of this awkward silence, I have some news for you. New kids are coming to our beloved Forks High School, tomorrow."

I looked at Mike surprised…no one new has moved to this town in five to six years. Well at least there is going to be less gossip about me and Mike going around, and more gossip about the new comers.

Lucky me…