We had a fluffy, white dog named Clouds. I loved Clouds. I adored Clouds. He was our pet and I loved him.
One day Clouds bit the mail man. My mom said the dog catcher was going to come and pick up Clouds and take him away, and we would not see him again.
I hung on to Clouds all morning, so sad that he had to go. And then the dog catcher came, and he was gone.
By the time a week had gone by, I knew Clouds was dead. I always thought of him when I looked up in the sky, and saw the fluffy, white clouds there.
