Early Memories

I remember about 6 or 7 years ago, when the dog that was with my family even before I was born died. Luke, was an english setter and was about 8 when I was born. For three years he was my sibling, until I actually got one. Then there was three of us. We did everything together. Our family would take him on all of the vacations we would go on, because most of them allowed dogs. He was a rambunctious guy always running around and chasing things when we went down to the Oregon Coast. He would always eat the dead seagulls that washed onto the shore, it was gross. My mom and dad sometimes had to run after him because he would chase a flying seagull across the beach. But as he got older he got more slow and didn't do as much as he did. He would just lay on the beach instead of chasing things across it.
When he was 15 or 16 we started to notice that he had a large bump on the side of his hip. I can't remember what it was, but we brought him into the vet. They had to cut it, I think, then he had to wear one of those cones on his head for like 2 weeks or so. It was kind of funny watching him eat his food with the cone completly over the bowl, but sad also. I can't remember what happened exactly, but it was in August 6 or 7 years ago and Luke was 16. I was taking a nap alone and not knowing what was going on around me. Luke had gone over to one of our neighbors house and stayed there for a while. My dad and sister went to go look for him and found him laying in the woods close to their house. My dad had to carry him back and while he was barrying him in the woods my sister cried in my moms arms. Then I woke up and my parents and my sister sat me down at the table and told me what happened. I cried for I don't know how long, and realized that I would never see him again. I lost my best friend that day and I would never get him back.