Cotton had always been my dog. Even if we got him for my step dad, scott, he'd claimed me. We got him in 2010 on Father's day.Scott had really wanted another dog. He was eight weeks old and so small and fragile when we brought him home. He was as soft and white like a cotton ball, and that's where we got his name from. I was nine years old when he joined our family. I never knew a dog would've been so important to me. In 2012, something horrible happened. My best friend had committed suicide on August 5th. She was 14 and i was 11. I was devastated beyond belief. I've never told my family, and i never will. After that day, that's when cotton had started to cling to me. I became depressed. I started isolating myself, barely eating,