Hey ya'll.  I got this idea for a story Wednesday when my Cat(Dusty(Female))
died. She was 15. So here goes.


January 17.99 (month away until B-Day)

DIS: Who shall I dis, oh wait wrong Dis. Otay, I own nothing. If ya sue me
I'll sue ya back!
CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: I dunno? Um NR
ARCHIVERS: I don't mind trust me, OK please put this on your site!
Dedicated to Dusty. You've been a good friend for almost 15 years. My your
soul rest in peace and may you catch many mice and rabbits in kitty heaven! We
miss ya babe!
Good Friend
   ~ by Kara E.~
It seemed like a normal day for Jonny Quest.  He had gotten an A on his
Geometry finial and was early to every class, which was unusual for a teenager
who seemed to know everyone in the school.  Things seemed to be going good for
the teen until he got home.
	"So Jonny you seem to be in a good mood,"said Jessie Bannon, long time friend
and daughter of the Quest's bodyguard Race Bannon.
	"Yup," he replied back to her as he closed the door of her 99 Mustang.
	"Let me guess you aced that Geometry final you were stressing about?"
	" Yup," Jonny said as he opened the garage door to go inside and held it open
for his redheaded friend.  "Its been a great day!  How about you?"
	" Well it could have been better I guess but okay," Jessie said as she walked
through the hall and laid down her bag on the sofa in the living room and
looked over at her blonde friend who was crawling on the floor.  "Jonny what
are you doing?" she asked.
	" I'm searching for Bandit, he most of the time comes and greets us as we
come in, but today I don't see him," he said.  He got up from the floor and
started calling his miniature bull dog.  He thought to him self that it was
odd of Bandit to hid from him like this. 	"Bandit, Bandit where are you boy?"
he asked.  Just then his father came in from his study.  He looked depressed,
sorrow had consumed over his face, and within the little light that was
shinning where he was standing you could see that he had been crying. 
	"He looks the same as he did when Mom died," Jonny thought.  The look that he
was staring at was a perfect replica of when he tried telling Jonny that his
mom had died.  Just then Jonny knew that Bandit wasn't going to be answering
his call.
	" Jonathan, I need to talk to you in my study," said Dr. Benton Quest.  His
voice was shaky as he watched his son get up from the floor to walk over to
the study.  The two walked down the hall in silence.  It seemed like a walk of
a life time for Jonny.  He now knew what a death row inmate felt like, walking
to a place not knowing what will come next.  Just before he got there he heard
Jessie's father, Race go into the living room.  He figured that Race was
getting ready to give the same talk to Jessie.  He finally reached the study.
He looked inside it hoping to see Bandit inside.  His memories flooded his
mind of when he was nine and had snuck in the study with Bandit and decided to
play catch in there since it was one of the biggest rooms of the house.  He
also remember how big of a mess he left in there and how big of trouble he got
into.  With that memory he smiled, "the good OLE times," he thought, " man I
miss my childhood" he thought.
	"Take a seat son," DR.  Quest said, unknowing that he had interrupted his
son's thoughts.
	"What's wrong Pop?" he asked.
	" Jonny, today while you were at school, we had to put Bandit to sleep. He
had grown so old and had got cancer in his stomach that had grown into his
brain, causing him to have a stroke. I am sorry son. I really wished you could
have been there. Race and I took him to three different vets and on the way to
the third one is when he had the stroke and he couldn't see nor stand up," he
said shaky.  He sat there speechless as his son started to cry.  It was the
first time he had seen him cry since his mother died.  Just as he saw the
first tear come down he felt his own starting to flow.  He remembered that
Bandit had been a gift from him and his mother, they had given him to Jonny
for his fourth birthday and Bandit had eaten all the cake before any one else
even got to see the cake. 
	" Why didn't you pull me out of school?  I didn't even get to say good bye or
that I loved him.  WHY did you have to make that decision for me?"  Jonny
asked.
	"I'm I'm sorry son," DR Quest said while crying, "you didn't him suffering
did you?"
	"No, but you could have had the decency to get me out of school!"  Jonny
said.
	" I'm sorry son.  When Race and I went in to say our regards, we told him
that you loved him and you would never forget him.  We also told him that he
was a good dog, friend and teammate.  Jonny I'm sorry.  Race just buried him
in the back yard under his favorite tree to lay under," he said.
	"Why did he have to lose the fight?  I hate you!"  Jonny said has he cried
harder.  He then all the sudden ran out of the room.  He already knew what his
father was going to say.  He decided to run to where Race had buried him.  As
he reached the tree, he saw a fresh grave dug.  He then fell to his knees and
cried.  While he cried he tried getting out the words he wanted to say without
jumbling them up too much.
	"I'm sorry boy," he said as he sniffed trying to swallow his tears. " I love
you boy, and I will miss you," he said.
	"Race do you think he will ever forgive me?"asked DR.  Quest.
	"I think he already has.  He just said that out of emotions.  He'll learn to
live on without him.  It will be tough but he can do it."  Race said as the
two of them looked out of the patio door glass. 
	" I love you Bandit, I always have and always will," Jonny said.

THE END!
I'm crying myself.  Comments people! Love to hear them. 
Kara
Quote: Email to JokerNE
Dontcha think that  picture was kinda scary, it makes you think that a cartoon
character is coming after ya! ::thinks about Race in Missouri:: ehwew. bad
thought, hey he would fit in with all the hicks, dontcha think. 
Race: Fur on a catfish, their playen a good song on the radio.
Cronaster(hick at my school): Yep, Eh Race lets go to the Rodeo.
Race:  YeeHaw,  i yuse to do it en i was in thae agentsy!
(the spelling mistakes are the accents)
coudnt ya see that happening? Scary huh?
My friend and I's emails on a picture of Race!

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