My dog is important to me because when I was very young, my mom took me to a house that was selling many playful golden retriever dogs. I was about 5 years old and was running through the yard letting the dogs, full of energy, chase me, and when nearly all of them got tired,  one still followed me. That's when I knew he was the puppy for me! I asked my mom if we could get him, and she said yes, but with 1 question, “What would you name him?”  And I said Bentley. He’s been with me for about 10 years now, and anytime we go somewhere, I want to bring him. Anytime I see another golden retriever, I think of him. Anytime I come home from a long day of school, he still lights me up with joy to see me. But the thing I’ve always noticed from him is that whenever I’m feeling down, or nobody is on my side, he’s always on my side and reminds me of how happy I was the day I met him. That’s why I’ll be devastated when the day comes that he’s not with me anymore.

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