Being dead at such a young age was hard for me to accept. I had my life to live, and more puppies to bare, but I wasn\'t to do so. I died at just over 128 months old, and assumed I would stay that way. I knew my father had passed and my mother as well, never to return. My siblings were all gone, but I had yet to know that a half-brother nervously awaited my return to this world. His owner brought him back to what seemed as an everlasting life at over 500 months. She messaged my owner after seeing his other half-sister had died, and begged her to bring me back. My owner concented and took a rebirth given to her from the owner of my half-brother and brought me back. Now beside the fire I lay beside him, happy to have been given another chance.