I Shot My Dog

(This is a fictional poem) I did something that made me very sad. I had to shoot my dog because she was mad. I should've gotten her a rabies shot but I was tight with my money. I wish I wasn't so cheap because now I feel pretty crummy. I was excited and very happy on the day that I bought her. I knew something was wrong when she became afraid of water. It really hurt but sadly it had to be done. It felt like I was also shooting myself with the gun. Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched her die. I really loved her, that's something I won't deny.