Ajs Narrative

As I was laying on the cushioned couch on a Saturday afternoon, my phone began buzzing in my dark black Nike basketball shorts. As I read the caller ID I noticed that it was my mom. As soon as I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong. My mom's voice was scratchy, and depressed. As I picked up the phone she immediately told me the horrifying news. For a few seconds I had to comprehend what I was hearing. After I analyzed what she had said I screeched my lungs out, bawling hysterically, as if I had heard that the world was ending. For a moment I couldn't breathe, hearing that our healthy Chihuahua had passed away. After that tragic day, about a few months later, even though I was still awestruck by that wretched day the question finally

Laying on the bed very still, my mother and I were slowly becoming aware of his fate. Pros: He had already experienced an amazing life that contained priceless memories. His old age was also taking a toll on him, as crawling out of bed each morning was exhausting. Cons: I had known him for as long as I can could remember. Every road trip, every bike ride, he had been right by my side. Just letting him go was hard. I could feel the saltiness of my tears stinging my cheeks as they cascaded down my face, but a decision was imminent. I told him he was a good boy one last time, and while the vet injected the poison, I watched my closest family members tail slowly wag for the last time.

It was a cloudy, a little chilly Sunday, one I will never forget….Me, my mother, father, and my big sister were going to meet a man my mom met at work, my mom didn’t tell me much about him. She just told me he was lonely, So we left to get him. 20 minutes later we arrived, he introduced himself, his name was John Hunt. He looked like he was in his 80’s, he was nice and very talkative, he basically was talking the whole trip. We got in the car and left.”where are we going?” I asked my mom.”breakfast.” she said. “Breakfast in Anaheim?” I thought. “They must be good!”. So we went on our way to “breakfast”

As the evening fell, the dark blue night rose up across the sky. I laid under the stars in my back yard, as I do every night with my dog Mabel. Mabel was approaching her old ages but she was a great listener. Usually I tell her about my day or fairy tales, tonight I told her about my mom. My mother passed away in a car accident when I was only a baby, she was the most loving person I knew and I miss her everyday, and sometimes it helps to talk about her. As I lay talking curled up next to mabel I could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier as the warm summer breeze brushed past my face.

I walk down the stairs, surprised by the sight of all my family in my living room. Instantly, I'm wondering what's going on. Usually, no one is up at this time. I see everyone sitting down, and my dog Murphy laying there right in the middle of them all. I stare at my mom and I see the sadness in her face, but she's staying strong.

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

I get to school, still taken aback from the events earlier, and I become more and more apprehensive as the day goes on. The fact that I didn’t get a text from my mom during school, telling me anything about an update on Annie’s situation, worried me, because that meant Annie was either still at the vet or something was really wrong. My brother drove us home from school, oblivious to the fact that Annie had a seizure that morning. The moment I walk in the door to the house and set my stuff down, I see my dad standing in the doorway of the kitchen, with his arms out. I walk towards him, and my mom is there too, and

I was getting ready for school tomorrow and I had made a miniature bed for chubs in the kitchen earlier that day. he was looking more dried out since the visit. my mom's friends had left a good 30 minutes ago they stopped by to see what is going on and to socialize of course, seeing the Bed I Made Chubbs they said goodbye to him and gave him a abundant amount of lovins. Around 10:05 p.m. I had got everything ready for bed and I gave chubbs a hug and kiss, telling i loved him before i went to bed. But what I didn't know that would be his last goodbye… October 16th 5:15 a.m. My mom woke me up and told me the news.. Chubbs has passed away. As she spoke those words it struck me like a bullet into my heart, Shattering my emotions like a glass mirror. after she had said that I quickly rushed into the kitchen. and I saw the lifeless corpse of my beloved cat. My first instinct was to take a picture with my Ipod, doing so I have took the picture and put the device away. Coming back to his corpse it struck me harder than a glass window being struck by a hammer.I got on my knees my face covered by the cold hard truth of what I had happened. being thrown into a pit list void of isolation depression, I didn't know what to do. only had one instinct to do which was cry. my parents also being shocked of the passing hugged each other in remorse. The lesson i've learned is that don't be attach yourself to someone to long. I have been hurt to long . This is dedicated to my first cat

It was a summer day and I was sitting under the shade in the backyard when I heard the car’s wheels pull up to the driveway. It was my owner “Dad” as Christi would say, when even her fathers name is actually David. I don’t know why she calls him that. I peered through the slits of the picket fence. All I could see was a portion of the car and some of the drive way. Then I saw Christi hop out and she sounded excited. I couldn't see because they left the driveway and I heard them go into the house. I was waiting for them to open the back door as usual. Then I heard the door click and it came open Christi was sitting there with a poodle in her arms. “Clifford this is your new sister.”

I shouted at them as we pulled in, and they both ran off. The next day the same thing happened. The two kids were having a blast on my swing set without my permission again. I ran over, and before I said a word, they ran off again. I was so mad that these kids kept using our stuff and doing it while we were not even home. At least Oreo still came and visited. The two kids trespassing occurred off and on for a few weeks until one day Oreo stopped showing up. I thought, maybe Oreo got tired of visiting and wanted to be with its family more now. A few more days of Oreo not showing up had me worried, so I set out to find her. I called for her, searched around, but did not see any sign of her. So I decided to visit the boy’s house and snoop around. As I was walking down the trail, I saw this black figure hanging from a thicket of briars. I was excited; had I found Oreo at last? I picked up speed and ran over. It was Oreo, but a cold, wet, motionless Oreo. I picked up a stick and poked it. She did not budge or move, and that is when I suddenly realized she was dead. Someone had thrown Oreo up in the briar thicket instead of burying her. How could they! Who would do this? I had a lot of questions. I decided to go right to that boy’s house and ask him face to face what

The day passed, and I loved the new kitten even though he threw up on my bed and chewed and scratched my new sneakers. It was the middle of the day and I was looking for Fluffy. I searched for at least an hour before I told my parents. At first my mother said, “He is probably somewhere around here.” We searched for another hour before we realized that he might be outside. As soon as I opened the front door I caught a intense whiff of the beating hot sun. I would like to say that I searched all day outside, but the reality is that I only searched outside for about 30 minutes before I needed a

I woke up at eight in the morning, being that it was May and spring was in the air I knew that my day would be perfect. As I leaped out of my warm and comfortable bed to put on my Bullwinkle slippers, my stomach nerves began to tighten. I figured it was just a small bellyache and I would get over it soon. I walked slowly to the bathroom not really realizing that the house was not filled with sunshine as it usually is during these beautiful spring days. As I began to brush my teeth my eyes caught a glimpse of the window that I now noticed was so close to the mirror. I could have died when I noticed that the rain was coming down like a storm. It was at that moment that I ran to mother’s room to tell her that I couldn’t go driving today. My

Izzy would not eat, and she hardly drank anything. My parents knew that Izzy had something wrong, so we all loaded into the car knowing what would happen at the clinic. Once we got situated, the vet told us how he would put Izzy down. All three children had the opportunity to say good-bye to Izzy, to tell her how much we loved her, and to stay in the room while the vet euthanized Izzy. I knew I wanted to stay with Izzy to the end; my brother did not want to watch, so he and my dad went out to the car. Watching as the vet shaved part of her paw and stuck the needle into the shaved part of her paw, I cried and petted Izzy. Leaving the vet did not feel right because I would never see Izzy

Every story has a beginning; mine just happens to start on a cool fall day. The yellow-brown leaves lay beneath my feet as they crunch with each step I take. I hear my mom calling my name, “Greyson” she says with an enthusiastic tone, and I was walking towards the house. I turn around to say, see you later to a couple of my friends; once again I hear my name being shouted followed with the words, “dinner is ready.” I turn around and start walking faster to be able to get toward the door before my mom closes it. Fortunately, I had made it to the side door while it was still open, but as I approach the door, no one in sight, the air conditioning blowing on me sending chills up my body. I stand there blankly. Jolted by a voice, I faintly hear someone say to shut the door, so I comply with this demand. I closed the door then walk towards the kitchen to sit down and eat. As I wait for all the plates to be set out, my dad engages in a conversation with me. He asks how my day was, I give a moderately short answer: ok, I say. I hear the porcelain plates lay on granite; the plates are now out, so I get out of my seat to go get the food. As I am getting my food my mom enters the laundry room where the side door is located and walks out shortly after I sit down. I was able to sense the tension that was built up in the room. My parents murmur to one another. I start to eat slower to be able to hear these ever so light whispers. I am only able to pick up a few words, one of them being my name. The whispers come to cease. I continue to eat my food; my parent’s look over at me and I look at them. My dad glances at me and says my name, “Greyson”, in a rather stern voice, “You forgot to lock the side door.” My heart drops, this was one of the only requests that my parents had asked of me.

So when we left the house we were going to a dog place in Fond Du Lac called Sandi Paws. We went to look at a dog named Mr. Keaton and Ruby. ” Can we take Kyle along mom?” “Sure! I’ll call him and see what he's doing” said my mom. On our way there we went to Oshkosh and picked up Kyle. When we got there Mr. Keaton was gone, but Ruby was there. Ruby was adorable. My whole family adored her except my dad. She was a little Weiner Dog puppy so she would be short and fat. “Please dad! I really love her and she won’t get too big. I know you like her inside.” He still said no. I was really depressed.