This is my dog. His name is Fletcher Neal Thompson. He used to belong to some friends of ours named Pastor Hawk and Julie. I used to love going over to their house so I could play with him. Whenever they went away we were able to babysit him. I loved that and hated when we had to give him back even though I was always glad when they were home. One day, when i was in first grade, I had come home from school and my mom was waiting for me at the busstop. She told me we were going to get my new dog. They had given me Fletcher!
Fletcher was always so protective of us. We used to play this game where mom would "get" me and she would tickle me or poke me or something and Fletcher would start barking and growling at her. I could be on the other side of the room and all mom would have to say is "I'm gonna get her!" and Fletcher would get after her. He was also the best bathroom guard dog. Whenever we went he would sit outside the bathroom door and wait for us. Of coure he always expected payment for this protection in the form of our food when ever we ate. Popcorn was his favorite. He always expected us to share and if we didnt he would bark and sometimes even cry until he got some. Naturally at the end of the day, he was a very tired boy.
I think he enjoyed my Teddy bear as much as I did. We also have a cat, named Zoe, who he loved playing with. They would chase each other all over the house and "fight". Of course, Zoe always won but I dont think Fletcher would have ever done anything that would hurt her. They seemed to really enjoy each other's company.
Fletcher died today. I'm really going to miss him. He was my baby and my furry best friend. I love you Fletcher.
