Taking Death I am taking this whole thing a lot harder than I thought. Maybe even harder than my sister or parents. No one cries about her anymore. Except me. Yesterday when I came home, I played fetch with Chase, and suddenly I burst into tears. I started sobbing again and my dad was all running out saying "What's the matter?!" I was like "I'm sorry..I'm sorry...I miss Rebecca..." and I went inside and let dad play with Chase. I feel so stupid crying. "Why are you crying?" "My dog died!" "Oh that's terrible! when?!" "Last Tuesday." more sobs. God.