My Photography Goal of Capturing Oppression, Personal Issues and Illness on Film

Then, we had decided to get a new pet to honour our old one and continue to have great memories with our new pet. It is taught to me and Nomi that losing someone so close to us, can affect us as much as losing our own

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

One would think that if the pet had a close connection to a person, and that person has passed away that someone who misses the person that has passed may use the pet to help with the loss. The main character’s

My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental

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

My dog Lucy, my best friend, ever since I came home 16 years ago, laid by our fireplace taking in shallow and ragged breaths. She could barely raise her head or give a tiny wag of her tail as we walked past to acknowledge our presence. Her quality of life had been deteriorating rapidly for a little over a week and hard choices were going to need to be made. Lucy would likely die within the next few days, but it was not a certain thing. How much pain was she in that we could not see? Euthanizing would save her from possible pain and suffering that would incur as a result of waiting for her natural death , but was it really that simple of a decision? No, no it was not; we were choosing if our dog lived or died and that decision should not

In 2011, my brother was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis which affected my entire family including myself. He went through many surgeries, many of which made it quite impossible for me to see him given that I was only 11 years old, and everything on that level in that hospital was contagious. Throughout, this period in my life my mother was always busy and I learned to slowly do my things on my own. Although it sounds crucial, I didn’t expect much from my mother given that she basically lived in the hospital. I fell into depression because my brother was my best friend and I couldn’t accept that he was in so much pain. I learned to overcome depression and slowly learned that life shouldn’t be taken for granted and I should believe in myself.

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

One day out on a whim, I decided to go to a local animal shelter after school with my mom. I’ve always wanted to go because whenever I see a dog, I smile. Seeing all types of dogs make happy. Small, big, short, medium, dogs just make me really happy. I have a passion for animals, and want whatever is best for them. As I walked into the Animal Shelter I saw many posters of dogs missing. I hadn't realized that so many dogs were missing from their homes. I went up to the counter and asked the lady if I could possibly see all the dogs, as I started to walk closer to the area where all the dogs were, all I could hear were dogs barking and I started to get emotional as I kept walking. Seeing dogs buried into

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.

Before I was born, my mother had Von Willebrand, Lupus and Limes Disease. She wasn 't diagnosed until 18 years ago when I was born. I’d see her struggle everyday while it took over her immune system and her physical movement I saw my mother trying to cope with what was and what would be her. As I got older and I could understand the phrase “mommy isn 't feeling good” I knew something was wrong. I saw my aunts come over and help my mom with her hair and do her makeup, my mother had to wear cancer patient makeup to help make her grey like complexion look somewhat normal, we had to get rid of my dog when I was 5 since my mom couldn 't handle it. When I was 7 my mom had my younger sister, it took a strain on her physical well being and a toll on all of. Her relapse happened a few years later.

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.

My mother lost her best friend whenever she was only fifteen years old. My mother and her best friend were like two peas in a pod. They did everything together; they succeed together, and they failed together. It was never a dull moment for them until my mother’s friend started to drift apart. My mother noticed that Amber started to become more depressed. My mother tried to communicate with her but she turned away from my mother and from that day Amber cut off all communications with my mother. It was two month after they drifted apart when her mother gave her the bad news. Amber had committed suicide. My mother bursts into tears, crying her eyes out. Her rock, her backbone, her best friend was gone. Amber’s mom gave my mother the letter Amber wrote which included the reason of her death. The reason why Amber was drifting away from my mother was she did want to influence her in any way. Amber thought that it was for the best to stay away from her because she didn’t want to drag her into her depression. The last statement in Amber letter was her apologizing to my mother for leaving her and that their ten-year friendship was the best thing that happened to her life. My mother was devastated at the fact that she lost a long time best friend. She blamed herself

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

I become isolated, I was always in my room, and I did not want to see anyone or to bother me, because I did not want pity from anyone, because they make me feel worse. My mom she was being very patient with me, she was always there to cheer me up, telling me everything will be okay. She feel guilty because she think it’s her fault what happen to me.