Narrative-Shepherd Kadee's Death Of A 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

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.

During our lives we need to cherish the time we have with friends and family that are close to us because nobody is immortal. In the books “Freak the Mighty” and “Bridge to Terabithia” a tragedy struck and the main character still alive found ways to remember their friends. In “Freak the Mighty” a boy named Max wrote a book about the great times he had with his friend who died from Morquio. The same situation happened in a book “Bridge to Terabithia” except the boy Jess continued running their secret fort. So when you do lose someone you should try to find a unique and special way to cherish the memories you share.

Sometimes I feel lonely. You can have tons of people by you but still feel like you have you have no one around. But my dog is like my best friend. I know that even though animals can’t talk he knows how I feel. His name is Max and is a Teacup Yorkie. It was seventh grade. The last track meet and I didn’t know that I was getting a new dog but we did talk about getting a new dog. Before that I had a girl Teacup Yorkie who we called Diamond. We was playing in the yard and Diamond went to start running and a car ran her over. I was hurt. I thought I would never want to have a dog again. My mom kept looking for dogs and we couldn’t find one that looked like Diamond because I wanted a Teacup Yorkie and they were very hard to find. But

Today was the worst day of my life. The boys in the bunkhouse decided that my old girl had lived long enough. They took her from me in the night and put her down. There was utter silence for the longest time and then I heard a shot in the distance. I would have happily taken her spot as this world just doesn’t have a lot to offer for me anymore. I knew she was getting old and had trouble getting around but that was my baby. And they just took her away like she didn’t even matter. The boy’s said I could pick any of Slim’s dog’s to replace my old girl, but I don’t think I have the time or the patience. We got a couple new ranch hands today, George and Lennie they seem nice enough, George is definetly the brains of that duo and what Lennie lacks

This has taken me a while to actually sit down and write. The pain of losing a loved one is indescribable. But, it is that love that has inspired me to write this story. Everyone in life experiences, their own kind of trauma. Some may seem mild, and others seem to be life altering. When I sat down to write a story in dedication to my best friend, whom I recently lost I pondered on the story line. I had so much to say about this perfect little guy that I could have written a few books. But, I realized that I was not the only one with a special story and so I am cutting Tailgate’s story down to facts. This story is not just about a dog. This story is about a little guy who defied incredible odds to share his life with me. The beginning of my life was tragic.

He was more than a dog; he had always been more than a dog. He was a friend, my best friend. Since the day I was born, he was there, watching and guiding me. My first step, my first word, my first birthday: he was there for it all. He would never be there again. And that realization, that understanding, was what hurt the

K.C’s death changed my viewing of the real world around me. K.C. is a Basset Hound who lives with the greatest human being of all time, Debbie. I occasionally walk across the street to pay Debbie and K.C. a visit. I also sometimes dog sat while Debbie ran errands. Debbie trusted me to take care of K.C. while she was away or for me to check on the other pet sitters. I knew every one of K.C’s medical needs, where her beds were, and even when something was bothering her.

The next couple of days were the worst days of my life. Even though we spent more time with him, especially me, it still sucked just to watch him. Knowing that he would be gone soon just broke my heart. One night, my grandma came to my house. We spent family time, but Tucker wasn’t feeling so great. That same night, was the worst night of my life. Later that night, my parents took Tucker to the vet, and put him down.

Gary, one of the best dogs I have ever had died this summer. He was the dog I grew up with since I was 7. His name is Gary, and he is a male Pug. Our family went to the mountains, to a breeder to see if we could find a dog we liked. They sat us down and brought us all the male Pugs. We narrowed them down to about 2 or 3. And there was something about Gary so he was the chosen one. And that was just the beginning of the ride of our lives.

soleil3Sadly two weeks ago my beloved dog Soleil had to be put down. She had cancer, I am still not over that loss. Friday when I came home the realization that after 10 years I wouldn't see her again brought tears to my eyes. I decided to make a positive out of this negative situation. This is a unique

The literary work that captured my interest was “Dog’s Death” written by John Updike in 1958. Updike was “widely recognized as one of the most accomplished and prolific stylists of his generation, Updike has emerged as a short-story writer and novelist of major importance in American letters” (Parks, J., Peck, D., 2006). He was born on March 18, 1932 in Reading, Pennsylvania and died on January 27, 2009 in Danvers, Massachusetts. In my essay I will explain why I choose this poem, which analytical approach I am going to be using along with evaluating the meaning of the selection Dogs Death and why it

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 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 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