Memorial Day Short Story

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

All I could think was, is this my fault? It has to be my fault since it is coming from my room. Everyone assures me it’s not my fault though, and that things just happen. Mom finally arrives at home to see multiple fire trucks and firefighters everywhere. They finally have the fire out, but where’s our other cat? She can’t be left alone in there. My brother-in-law who is a firefighter goes inside one more time and can’t find the cat anywhere. He tells me, “she’s probably just in a safe hiding spot, you know how she always likes to hide from things.” I couldn’t help but cry, this doesn’t seem

It was a new day. I had spent it exploring the parts of the backyard that I hadn’t seen before. My sister, Tia and I were eating the crab apples and currants. Our dog, Lacey was following us around. Soon my uncle arrived back at the house. He offered to take us around the property in an ATV. We blissfully agreed and hopped on the back of the ATV. Our dog followed us up the mountain, but something caught her eye. She ran down after it. We didn't think anything of it and kept on the ATV.

I remember knowing. I knew right when it happened. Maxie did not die instantly as most dogs who are hit by cars do. She ran up the driveway. I slammed my car into park and I jumped out running after her. As I was running I heard her whimpers grow softer. She barely made it up the driveway before she just couldn't do it anymore. When I finally got to her, she wasn't breathing anymore. I remember holding her in my arms begging God to give her back to me. I went into the house to try to tell everyone what was going on. It was then that I experienced my first real panic attack. It lasted about 2 hours. I couldn't breathe because of how hard I was crying. My grandma just sat with me until I was finally so exhausted that I fell asleep right there on the floor, in her

I sat with my dog, Windsor, as my mother told me the news. I could not believe what I had been told. My best friend of eight years, was going to be taken away from me. I had been told that Windsor had snapped at my one year old sister because she got too close to him. He has always been protective of our family. I tried to stay

Initially; when I became aware of my surroundings, the driver of the other car was at my side asking if we were okay. My friend was screaming, her face was covered in blood. The rearview mirror was missing, windshield and driver side window shattered and

Out of the blob of dogs, I saw a really big dog prance out and he was beautiful, he was a purebred for sure, and a German shepherd. He started sniffing all of the other dogs and looking all around, he seemed very overwhelmed. I stayed away from him and he did until that night. He came toward me and sniffed at me, looked at me really weird, and then started barking at me. I left the barking alone until he started biting on my leg, that's when I got my fat self up and took off running, all the other dogs chased me and the new dog chased them. I found myself a new

I took her into my car thinking of what I should do next. This little dog in my arms was so beautiful, but I never thought that I would be able to bring her home and keep her. I thought about the option of taking her to a dog shelter, but was afraid of what they might do if they could not find her a home. I took her to a friend's house where we gave her a warm bath and food. I then took her to a vet to make sure she was

After all the yelling ,screaming, fighting, arguing we were finally finished cooking Thanksgiving dinner. While the whole family was getting washed up ,my grandma’s dog Fido entered the kitchen.He was the most spoiled little brat in the world. Every time we tried to get him in trouble he would run and hide under Grandma’s wheelchair. Last, year Fido ate the Thanksgiving turkey, resulting with us going to eat at some funky restaurant. With nothing better to do Fido started sniffing around the kitchen and sure enough he found the turkey. My dad and I kind of knew something like that was going to happen again so we made sure that the turkey was nice and safe in the oven. But, that sure didn’t stop Fido. He kept scratching, growling, and biting

Four years ago while on vacation in Mexico we rescued our dog there.  He was in bad shape, he had been abused and neglected.  We saw him standing alone in the middle of the street, we drove up and put him in our car.  He was wearing a collar with no tag but we were able to find his owners.  They said they had taken his tag off because they didn't want him anymore and wanted him to "get lost".  He was too big and they thought he was always in the way.  It was so sad to hear them say that!  He was very skinny, only about 100lbs and had bloody knees and elbows.  We decided to adopt him. It was the first time we had a giant dog in our

What do you do? What do you do as you walk down the thousands of rows of graves at Arlington National Cemetery? What do you do as your father pauses to gaze at his best friend’s grave? What do you do while you watch him break for the first time you can consciously remember? What do you do when you start to walk again and he pauses? What do you do? What do you do when he looks at the gravestone planted about six feet to the left and comments “I remember when she was blown up by an RPG?” And what do you do when as you get ready to leave and he returns to her grave just to watch the unchanging headstone? I watched in heartache, but also in envy. I did not envy the hurt. I did not envy the pain. I envied the brotherhood. I envied the pride. I

Today at work one of my close friends got her finger chopped off from one of the mechanics. I felt bad for my friend, she was crying a lot. Her hand was all bloody, the blood dripped down to the floor. My mother rushed to go help my friend. My mother stopped

The story i’m about to tell is going to be about I and my family Getting a Dog. This story takes place a few day ago on November 28, 2015 in the afternoon somewhere around 12 and 4 O’clock in the afternoon. But this story is going to begin the day on the 26th which is thanksgiving. On the 26 of November which is thanksgiving me and my family went to my grandma’s to have Thanksgiving dinner like every year. We had turkey, macaroni, beans, deviled eggs and many more. So by the time we have all finished eating and we have left to go home, my mom was thinking about dogs and about getting one. The next day on the 27, my mom was still looking for a dog, but before that we went to O'charley's to eat with her friend Kristal and her

For years before his sudden death, Mark had lived a relatively boring life, working in a cubicle, with only one real friend, and little to no contact with his family. He had the same routine everyday, which began with getting ready for work, driving to work, and working. Then going home, eating, then sleeping. His whole world circled around work. Mark had no reason to quit his job and pursue a new life, as he was very financially stable and had little to no worries.

I thought my life was perfect, living with a smart dog like him. I cared about him so much that I couldn't believe seeing or knowing that something was wrong with him and if something was wrong, I would do anything and everything I could to help him. One time I even almost gave him “human medicine” but hey, I was only seven years old! Even being only seven, the day I never saw him again only had me questioning my parents, and they decided to not hide the truth behind him being “missing” right before we were moving to Brussels, Belgium.