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A Really Sad Day



Miss Lady Bug died today.

She was really old but still going strong. Maybe a little slower, but still running things. Those cows jumped whenever she opened her mouth. She was definitely in charge.

Yesterday something happened to her. Her neck wouldn't straighten up and her walk was more like a stagger. Grandaddy thought it was her ear. Mama said it was her neck.

This morning she could barely move. And she didn't want her breakfast. Miss Lady Bug loved breakfast. Sunshine ate it all and Miss Lady Bug didn't even care. Little Guy was so worried.

Grandaddy helped her get into the car. Sunshine and Little Guy helped too. They gave Miss Lady Bug kisses. Mama and Gran rushed her to the hospital. There was nothing the doctors could do. They said it might have been a stroke. Or maybe a brain tumor. She was just so old. They didn't believe there was any hope that Miss Lady Bug would ever get better.

Mama and Gran came back home alone. Sunshine and Little Guy met them with eager smiles. But Miss Lady Bug wasn't with them. Mama and Gran cried. They said Miss Lady Bug wouldn't be coming home again. She went to heaven so she could be healthy and happy, herding cows and frolicking in the sun, without any pain at all.

Mama hugged Sunshine and Little Guy close.

It was a very sad day.

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