Mid was a small, scruffy terrier with a heart of gold. He was a loyal and affectionate dog, always eager to please his owners. But today was Mid’s birthday, and it was anything but joyous. He was terribly sick, his body weak and his spirit dimmed.
His owners, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, sat by his side, their hearts heavy with sorrow. They had loved Mid dearly since he was a puppy, and they couldn’t bear to see him suffer. They had tried everything they could to make him feel better, but nothing seemed to work.
Mid lay on his bed, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. He could feel the pain in his body, and he knew that he was very sick. He longed for the days when he could run and play, when he could feel the sun on his fur and the wind in his hair.
As the day wore on, Mid’s condition worsened. His owners sat by his side, their hands gently stroking his fur. They talked to him softly, telling him how much they loved him and how much they missed seeing him happy. They prayed for a miracle, hoping that Mid would recover.
Mid could feel his owners’ love and concern. He tried to wag his tail, but it was too weak. His eyes filled with tears as he listened to their prayers. He knew that he was very sick, and he feared that he might not survive.
As the sun began to set, Mid’s breathing grew shallow. He looked up at his owners, his eyes filled with sadness. He knew that he was saying goodbye.
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson held Mid close, their tears falling onto his fur. They whispered words of love and comfort, promising him that they would never forget him.
Mid closed his eyes, his heart filled with peace. He knew that he was loved, and that was all that mattered.
