“Rex is very sick,” Lucy’s mom said. “Is going to die?” Lucy asked. “Yes, I’m afraid ,” mom said. “I’m going to take him to vet.” Lucy wanted to go along. “Okay, but not to cry, okay?” mom asked. Lucy said wouldn’t cry. Mom carried Rex out to the . She put him in the back seat. He a little dog. He was 12 years old. was the same age as Lucy. They drove the vet. The vet looked at Rex. He he could not do anything for Rex. “Rex on his last legs,” the vet said. He mom she could take Rex home and wait him to die. Or the vet could simply Rex to sleep. “Let’s put him to sleep,” said. “That way he won’t suffer.” Mom said was a good idea. They left Rex with vet. “We can get another dog for you you want,” mom told Lucy on the way . “Can we get a kitten instead?” Lucy asked.