I am 12 years old,when i was 11,my uncle died. His name was Micheal and he was 25. He died a month befor his birthday.I was to sad to say anything for about a week,I loved him,he was family. This year,2011,I had to move and in the house didn’t allow big dogs. I had a beautiful dog named Layla,she was about 1 years old and she had a beautiful dark brown and hazel color fur. Sence the house we were moveing into didn’t allow big dogs,we had to give Layla away. We gave her to a nive family. Iloved her sooo much