My Dog : I Love My Pet Dog

Most importantly, this book is a great tool for parents and family members to have on hand after the death of a pet to help explain what has happened, especially in the case of euthanasia. This book would not be a good story-time book for children who have healthy pets or who have not experienced the death of a pet, as it could scare them about the future of their pets. Overall, this book would be effective bibliotherapy for parents and family members, as well as a good option for librarians to recommend to families who have recently experienced the loss of their

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.

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.

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

My dad was going to try to start his own bookkeeping company, with the help of our other uncle—who also lived in Nevada—Larry. This time, the trip only took six days. Again, it was pretty uneventful aside from the day that we drove in a snowstorm, which was pretty cool, but also scary because the windshield fogged up, and we couldn't see the road for a while. But other than that, nothing really happened. Just a lot of driving. Anyway, when we got to Nevada, we had to stay in a hotel for a few days while my parents looked for an apartment. Since we didn't really have much time to prepare and plan for the move, everything was going really fast. We didn't find a place to live before moving. Luckily, the first apartment they applied for accepted us, so we only stayed in the hotel for 2-3 days before moving into the apartment. The whole bookkeeping thing didn't really work out. He got a couple jobs here and there, but they were all temporary. We had some hope a few times that maybe it was starting to lift off the ground, but it never really did. So, my dad gave up on that, and starting sending resumes out to a bunch of different companies again. Eventually, he got a couple of part-time jobs, but nothing to really support us. During this time, our dog, Olive was starting to get sick. Olive was an amazing dog. She was really sweet and lovable. We had her ever since I was 3. She was like my animal sister. She was developing a cancerous tumor in her mouth, and she had some disease that made her body incapable of absorbing the nutrients from her food. So she continuously got skinnier and weaker everyday. Finally, we decided that we shouldn't let her suffer anymore. We had to put her down. And if that blow wasn't enough, my dad lost both of the part-time jobs. After a few more months of struggling, my dad finally got another job interview. And a while later, we found out he got the job. Overjoyed, he took it. But we had to move again. This time,

A news article published by New York Daily News by Brian Lisis describes the heartbreaking story of a dog who was abandoned by her very own family. The poor dog, Zuzu was abandoned in a Los Angeles county shelter only to see her owner's return, but not to take her back home, but to find a new family dog to replace her. Zuzu’s eyes lit up in excitement and love at the sight her old owners, despite her family not sharing the same interest in retrieving her. One could only imagine the pain of experiencing abandonment in a strange unknown place and overwhelmed feelings of confusion and frightment. The article stated, “‘Their reason was because she was crying and sad since her father passed away.

Everyone must have had a pet before, even if it was as small as a fish or as big as an elephant. We’ve all had that one pet, that we will forever remember. The loving relationship between a dog and a person is so unexplainable but very special in its own way. I’ve had a dog when I was born and it would always be there from my first time to talk to being with me my sophomore year. I had a Chinese Shar-Pei, whose name was Kane. He was the most precious pet to me and not one other pet can replace his 1,000 rolls or the two different colored eyes. Everyone thought he was ugly but he’s beautiful to me. The relationship we had was unique. In this relationship it contained us both knowing what we thought and getting in trouble together. The loving

Losing Traveler taught me a lot of important things, like to not take loved ones for granted, extreme dedication, and how love is an important factor to your life. One of the things Traveler’s death taught me was to not take those you love for granted. I hadn’t been playing with my dog a lot, and other than feeding him I pretty much ignored him. I should have been more interactive with him, but I was so caught up in other things I neglected him. When disaster struck and I realized he’d have to be put down, I was horrified.

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.

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

When I was in seventh grade I came home from school one day to find a dog in my room. “This is Rico,” my sister, Marissa, said. “Whose dog is this?” I asked with excitement. “He’s our dog now. My friend gave him to me because she is no longer able to take care of him,” she explained. Is this really happening? I have a dog? I began to approach him to pet him and he immediately began to bark.

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.

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

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