I wrote this on the anniversary of the death of my jack russel terrier. I was very close to him. He loved his tennis ball, and he would constantly beg me to throw his ball for him. He could do a lot of tricks with the ball too, so much so that I'd often compare him to a seal . He also loved to sit on the couch and snuggle with me while I played video games. However, the week of my eighteenth birthday, his heart failed while I was at school, and he died. There was nothing anyone could do. I had to bury him myself as my crying brother and the rest of my family looked on. It was obviously very sad, to say the least. Coincidentally, I got into a major car accident two days later, making that the worst week of my life, and possibly the worst birthday ever. I never really came to terms with his death, or any of the deaths I've seen in my life, so I wrote this as a sort of a memorial a year later. This just shows how I use poetry to vent inner problems, I think.