Day Thirty – Saddest character death
Old Dan and Little Ann in Where the Red Fern Grows. My old paperback was warped from all the tears I shed over those two dogs as a kid. I think the first time I read the novel, I finished it on the couch in my grandmother’s living room; I have a pretty clear memory of being eight or so and just bawling with the book in my hands.
Those dogs made a little place in my heart. I still miss them. Heck, I’m getting teary-eyed just typing this up.