Puppy in my pocket

I rolled over and hit the ‘snooze’ button and lay on my back. ‘Another wonderful day of hell.’ I thought as the wet nose of my puppy-girl greeted me. Her chestnut brown eyes stared into mine, as if telling me to get up. I slipped my feet into my Wal*mart brand slippers and trudged down the stairs. The front door opens as I walk out in my fleece bathrobe to watch my dog go pee. She comes back inside as I put my toast in the toaster. I see my mom walk down the stairs, my little sister following. She runs up and gives me a hug.
“Mornin’ Susie.” She says. My mother looks at her, shocked.
“Honey, Susie’s dead.”