Oaklea

Oaklea (family photo)

Oaklea is my hero because she was always there for me and she cared for me. She was born on July 21st 1993 and died on October 22nd, 2004.

Oaklea is my old dog. We got her September 9th, 1993, when she was 7 weeks old. She was a Golden Retriever. She died when she was 11 in people years. We named her after a farm where my dad grew up.

I love Oaklea for a lot of reasons. When I was sad, she would come and see what the problem was and try to comfort me. Oaklea would help me feel better. She was like a mother to me. She would make me so happy.

When I got a cut or got hurt, she would make sure I was ok. She would lick me. She would play with us and be patient with us. She was kind. She didn’t bite. She was the best dog in the world. Oaklea did so much for me.

When we got Oaklea, that was like the best time of my life. She loved me, she cared for me. She was a special part of my life. She thought of me when I thought of her. She always was there for me and my family.