The story is called, When I met My BFF
Here is a clipping from it.
Will he be ok doctor? I asked
We're losing him. He replied. I looked down at him, sadly. He wasn't breathing. I held my breath. The doctor put his hand on my shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry, he is gone."
I picked him up and cried.
I will never have another pet rock like him ever again.
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