My First Dog

As previously mentioned, I have always been drawn towards animals. At the age of six, all the way through high school, I was determined that I was destined to be a veterinarian. Growing up I watched dog training shows and learned about different animals. All of my favorite movies had talking animals in it and given human-like qualities. The more knowledge I gathered, the more I believed animals had rights. I treated all of my pets with love and formed a bond with them, even my pet fish. I used to watch Animal Cops on Animal planet with my grandma and was always appalled at the mistreatment of animals. They have feelings, thoughts, even memories, just as we do. Or, more specifically, just as children do. My dogs in particular have always been my children. The one I have now is more like my baby than previous dogs. We have formed a bond, just like the bond a mother forms with her baby. Pets become part of the family and the best

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.

I started to fall in love with animals in high school when my mother sent me to a special boarding school for gifted children with emotional problems. .'' quoted by temple in ''MyStory, from Animals in Translation''. I think animals are making us emore caring by them showin there reactions to certent events like protecting a

Owning and caring for pets is an extremely normal thing for people throughout the world. The love that millions of communities have for animals is huge and it brings a multitude of people together because of their common bond. Many studies have indicated that owning a pet can better the owner’s health, and even lengthen his/her life. Pets can be incredibly helpful for a variety of reasons making people agree that pets bring more enjoyment than dissatisfaction. Owning pets has become a very popular trend for a number of reasons, such as service, protection, and companionship.

Animals have been a major part of my life for as long as I could remember. Even as a

Growing up with animals all around me, I became fascinated by them since I was capable of acknowledging their existence. Most of my extended family members had multiple animals in their house that ranged from dogs to birds, so I grew up with a variety of species. I was raised with the mentality that animals were part of the family and they were to be loved and treated as such. Truth be told, my grandma only had her cat because of me and my abnormal adoration for animals. While staying the night at her house, I heard a pitiful meow outside the front door.

When I was young, and living in Duluth, Minnesota, I loved animals and still do. My three sisters and I would take in any creature we found and help it survive or keep it warm. Our family We were only children and didn’t know any better, but Addie found a dead mouse in our yard and brought it into the house. She kept him and named him Freddy. When my mom asked her what she was going to do with him she replied, “We can take him out and look at him.” We had him for about a week until our mom got rid of him because of the smell. We were devastated but eventually found ourselves new pets to care for. One of which, was a chipmunk.

The loss of a pet is a very challenging time. My family and I had a chocolate lab named Hershey. I was not very old when he died. It was hard to lose him even though I did not know him very long. Waiting a year and a half was hard, but when we got a new dog it was very exciting. Having a pet has positive and negative effects on your life.

I’m only human and have gotten attached, but for me the hardest animal to give back was a small mix breed puppy. We had named this puppy Milo. Milo came to our house with his two litter mates. His litter mates were healthy and were fixed and adopted within a few weeks, however Milo wasn’t so lucky. He was the runt of the litter and had infections in both eyes. To help get rid of the infections I had to put medicine in his eyes multiple times a day. He was so small and weak my mom and I were both worried he might get cold in the middle of the night, so to keep him warm he slept in my bed with me in a cocoon of blankets. After a few weeks Milo’s eyes started to clear up. When we took him to the vet they were surprised by how well his eyes had healed. They told us when they first say him they didn’t think his eyes would have healed so well. I took care of Milo for about a month, so by the time it was time to give him back it was hard to let them take him. I think the reason this one was different the other times I had gotten attached was because I nursed him back to health and he became like my baby.

My childhood experiences with animals helped to influence my decision to go into the veterinary science path. My reason in doing so, is significantly due to the horrible emotion of not being able to take care of your pet and not knowing what to do. On my twelfth birthday, my parents gifted me with a yellow parakeet. I promised them i would put blood, sweat and tears into being a responsible owner. I did what any twelve year-old would do, searching up videos on Youtube how to train the bird, groom it and bath it. With a pet of my own, I felt like the happiest tween in the world. Whenever I played my music, it was as

In 2010 both of my dogs, Daisy and Cody died in December. My family and I were mournful about our two dog’s death ,so we decided to get a puppy. Our family looked on a website to find puppies and we found a lot of dogs we liked. My mother liked a two year old dog named Chester ,but I liked a three year old Pug named Scooter. Finally, my family found a Saint Bernard named Ollie that we absolutely fell in love with.

Everyone at one point in their life experiences some sort of loss. Once you bring a pet into your home, they become part of the family. The unconditional love that you receive from them is the best thing ever. Like a child, you raise them, train them, and no matter what, they will always be a loyal, loving part of your family. So, the death of a pet, for some, can be a traumatic experience. You have so many feelings of loss and emptiness that is unexplainable unless you have gone through it

When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly

People have pets for various reasons, whether given as a present or perhaps the children are interested in having their first pets; or you were unable to have a pet as a child but are in more suitable circumstances or simply because you and they share a love for animals, the notion to need and want a pet is deep-rooted in our psyche. This is perhaps not surprising considering pets act

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