Actually,I am the only one child,but I have 2 brothers. They are not a human. They are dogs. When I was younger, I lived with my parents and my dog. My dog named Tony. He was the Doberman Pinscher. My father said "Tony is one of our family,and he is your older brother". Tony lived with my parents before I was born. He was a big dog.
Other people thought that Tony was a scary dog. When my father and I took Tony for a walk, I heard some people said "Look at that scary dog!". I was upset because he was not a scary dog. He was a nice dog. I liked to spent time with Tony more than my friends. When I came home after school, I always see him waited for me. He never made me cry. He always make me smile and laugh. When I was sad, I could feel that Tony knew. He always beside me. When I said "Tony!Help!",he would run to me no matter where he was. He made me feel like I am his little sister. However,my happiness was not last longer. Tony passed away. He died in 2013. I still remember the moment that the doctor said Tony was dead. It's like everything was over. I lost my brother who was my best friend. After that day,everything was not the same as before. No one waited for me when I went home after school. I remembered that I did not want to eat anything. I could not sleep. This was one of the worst part of my life. A year later, my family had a new member. It was a dog. His named was "Lookmee". In Thai,it means a little bear. He is a poodle.
Thank you for reading my story.