One day, my dog got ran over by a tractor.
I carried her to the house, needless to say I was in tears.
Dad went to get the gun to put her out. I said no, she will be fine.
He argued with me, and said that she is in too much pain to live.
I again said no. I said that she will live. My parents thought I was crazy. I stayed up with her all night. I didn't leave her side. For 6 months, I helped her in and out the door, and helped her go to the bathroom.
And as I type this, she is now barking outside my window, alive and well.
They called me crazy. They said I couldn't do it. They said she would suffer.
But I was right. Because I love her, and I refused to give up.

Last night, I told her I love her.
Last night, I told her we will make it.
She said it's nearly impossible.
I said no, we will be fine.
She argued with me, and said we will only suffer.
I said again, no. We will love.
She called me crazy, and I stayed up with her all night. I didn't leave her side. For six months, I will work hard to make it possible.
And as I write this, I feel her breath. Alive and well.
She called me crazy. She said I can't do it. She said we will suffer.
But I will be right. Because I love her. And I refuse to give up.