Descriptive Essay About My Dog

This took place last year, January 8th of 2016. On this day, my dog died. She had been having seizures, kidney failure, and all her organs were slowly beginning to lose all function. She was a boxer, and boxers normally have the life span on 9 to 10 years. She was 11, almost 12, so it was pretty rare for her breed. This was the dog that grew up with me and she was around my age. She had protected me my whole life, and she was the best dog I could’ve asked for. We eventually put her down after a few nights of seizures. She had been suffering more everyday. She was so skinny, you could see and count all of her ribs, she would hardly eat anything or drink. When she did get some food or water into her system, it would go right back out. It hurt

Ever since I was little, I always wanted a dog. My mother and I realized that we had nothing to do. We decided to look up shelters. 11 years later, I finally convinced my mother to bring me to the animal shelter. On November 27, 2016, my mother and I went on an hour long drive to Pets Inc. At that instant, my mother pointed out that Pets Inc. was open. After we examined the website, we decided it was not too far away, and we could make the drive. We got in the car, and drove to Pets Inc. Finally, we got there, and we went inside. At first, I walked around for a while and pet some dogs. There was a dog named Palmetto, I really wanted her. Sadly, we could not get her due to the

When my families first Portuguese Water Dog, superb Sonoma, passed away, it was one of the most downcast days in my life. Sonoma was hard to replace, she was joyful, trustworthy, obedient, and just about the most wonderful dog you could ever meet. Sonoma lived a peaceful but much too short, ten year old life. Right up until the end of her life she was one of the most healthiest dogs around, so when a tumor burst in her pancreas it took our family by utter surprise. By the time we got to the Animal hospital, which had the unmistakable scent of sterile hallways and stale air, it was unfortunately too late to save our precious Sonoma. Which left our whole family with what felt like massive stone rocks in the pits our stomachs. While our family was melancholy about Sonoma's death it was also bittersweet. It was bitter of course, because you never realize what you have until it's gone. The sweet part of Sonoma's passing was that this end of something, was also the beginning to a new puppy, a new puppies life, and a new friend.

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.

I constantly feared the worst-case scenario: death. That feeling I had, it was something I wouldn 't wish upon anyone. My heart ached, hoping and praying for the best. Monday, we went to visit her, and she looked awful. She couldn 't even stand. Something in my mind told me she wasn 't going to make it. I tried to fight that feeling, but once we were home, I collapsed on my bead and burst into tears. I couldn 't shake the feeling she was going to die. It was the one time I wished for me to be wrong. Unfortunately, I wasn 't. Tuesday, she ended up passing away while being transported to an emergency animal treatment center.

James Hosmer was a fisherman, a hunter, a gardener, and an office worker. He thought he was healthy most of his life. He couldn’t wait to retire soon. He had worked his whole life to get to this point. Then tragedy struck, he went to his doctor one day because he was having pain all over his body. That pain ended up being cancer. The cancer would stop him from planting his garden, the cancer would stop him from getting that big fish, and spending time with grandchildren. The cancer would also stop him from his lifelong dream of seeing his daughter Susana Nwosu graduate from nursing school. It was a slow and painful death. The person that was once full of life, happiness, and energy was gone. There was just a shell of a person left. He

I have an intruder in my body. I got the news today that I have a rare heart cancer, which nobody has ever survived. As I walk out of the doctor's office, I’m dreading the moment when I have to tell my family. I took the long way home, so I could think.

It took the doctors five months to find my dad’s real diagnostic. He had many doctor appointments, but he still went to work, and my family and I had to keep on living. After school one day, my mom told me my dad needed major surgery on his pancreas. I was very demented because I guess I really did not understand his situation. I thought he would need just a little chemotherapy and he would get superior from there, however I was wrong.

A few years ago, our dog Tasha was diagnosed with cancer around the age of two. She was taken to the vet to treat what was thought to be a torn ACL but I returned home to find out she had a cancer called osteosarcoma. We did everything to make sure she would be okay. She was often taken to the CSU Animal Cancer Center for chemotherapy treatment and eventually to amputate her leg. After the surgery, we hoped that we had stopped the growth of the cancer. Unfortunately, this was not the case and we eventually had to put Tasha down before she could experience anymore pain. This was all before she was even three years old. This loss was hard for our house. It was quiet and there was a lack of that chaos we had learned to love. We struggled with

Instead of speaking to my family I went directly to Rocco, I wiped my eyes and took his paw, "Now, buddy it's time to be strong. I know you're scared and I know you're hurting. That's why I'm making this choice. That's why I'm trying to do what's best for you. You have been my best friend for 7 longs years and that won't change. So, it's time for your suffering to end, and time for my life to continue. Sadly, my continuing means leaving you behind. For you to branch off onto a different road." Tears were falling uncontrollably down my face and off my chin making little patters on the floor. I hadn't realized that the room had stopped to watch that the doctor had come back in and tears were brimming everyone's eyes. I stood up and turned around, hiccuping sobs making me unable to even talk. The doctor had brought in the immunization and I couldn't control myself as I fell to the floor. I kept gasping the same word "no no no no." I put my arms around his waist and kissed his nose. I watched his eyes find mine one last time. Before they pulled me away, a whimper left his mouth which broke my heart in two. When the doctor put the needle by his paw I had to turn away. It was one of those I-can't-look type of moments. When I turned around all that was left was a shell. No soul or heart which made me rush to him feeling regret, wanting him back. It was done. I had lost half my heart in 2 days. I will never and won't ever

Among the saddest truths about this lifetime is this: A dog’s life is significantly shorter than a human’s life. I said goodbye to my beloved Miniature Schnauzer, Samson, on March 26th, 2017. He was ten years old. It is an opinion to say that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family. The fact is, though, it is an understatement. Dogs are unique in their own ways. As it is said, “Grief is the price you pay for love.” And I paid a heavy priced that day.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We

So this day started out as any other day at the time I went to white oak middle school. well I was home-ish I had to use my grandma’s address because at the time I lived in an apartment in miamitown anyway my mom picked me up then I left so I was finally home. While I was playing my game my mom said we needed to go somewhere so I went. We went to my grandma and grandpa’s house and they told me the dog had cancer. This is the history of me and the dog we were friends (I guess) since I met him when I was 3 and I loved him we spent a lot of time with each other. But when I heard that it felt like my heart exploded and I spent my last 2 hours with him. After that we went in inside and he dropped over I knew something was wrong I and I knew something would happen. This all happened in 2015 He sadly was put down by the vet. He honestly one of the best dog I had ever seen I still miss him but I moved on.

“Bye Ursula! I hope your dog is okay,” Elizabeth exclaimed. Yeah, I sure hope Happy is okay I thought as I rushed down the steps, and out the door. Happy was my 16 year old dog, who was pretty sick from September to November. I really loved him; he was my first dog. Some people don’t understand how hard it can be to lose an animal, and sometimes people do. People who have experienced situations like this realize that it can be so sudden; it’s unexpected. And some people who haven’t experienced this may think, “it’s just an animal.” To me, losing an animal is like losing a family member. Your pet is like a member of your family.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly