Personal Narrative: A Dying Dog Story

Ever since I was little, I always wanted a dog. My mother and I realized that we had nothing to do. We decided to look up shelters. 11 years later, I finally convinced my mother to bring me to the animal shelter. On November 27, 2016, my mother and I went on an hour long drive to Pets Inc. At that instant, my mother pointed out that Pets Inc. was open. After we examined the website, we decided it was not too far away, and we could make the drive. We got in the car, and drove to Pets Inc. Finally, we got there, and we went inside. At first, I walked around for a while and pet some dogs. There was a dog named Palmetto, I really wanted her. Sadly, we could not get her due to the

We were going to our neighbors on a hot day and all I was wearing was a messy bun, eyeliner, mascara, baggy T-shirt tucked into my high waisted jean shorts, and black converse. I was thinking about what I was going to do afterwards since the neighbor kids were only 7 and 4, until a scrawny little “Meow” was ahead of me. I froze to see a little kitten in the road staring at a car. All my thoughts vanished except for one: I had to save that cat. It brought me back 3 years ago to when I had my other cat, Swiper. He died and it was my fault.

As a child, I knew nothing about loss. The closest think I had known about loss would be my dog dying a few years before. I was devastated and I cried forever, but it was nothing compared to when my brother died. The loss of my brother to suicide taught me more about life than I would have thought. I learned that death is different from when I was a kid than it is now, also how I cope with it and relearn about death each year that passes by.

First, It all started when I wokwas watching YouTube while my mom and brother were at the vet because my cat was acting and deeply breathing weird. Then, I got a random call from my brother and said they had to put our cat Kittles down. I thought everything was going to be fine because I thought my cat was a little sick… but I was wrong. It was a somber and gloomy couple of weeks.

Seeing an accident resulting in death, accidentally inflicting death or not having knowledge as to who, where, when, why and how of your cat may easily cause intense traumatic responses in people. If these described responses continue for the course of twenty-one to ninety days, talk to your doctor. Counseling may provide fresh ideas and free you from second guessing yourself.

The year was 1943, I had just turned fifty years old a week ago on April 20th, When the Germans came. The Germans built barbed wire fence around the town that I made my living in. We were not allowed to anything and had little space and food. Then came the order, trucks were filled with humans similar to cattle to be sent to internment camps. When the trucks were full the rest were told to remain put for when the trucks came back. Everyday the trucks came and everyday more people left. On the fifth day the ghetto looked like a ghost town. The rest of the residents, including me were loaded onto the trucks. A few people were shot in this process, they were the lucky ones. On the ride I wondered how I got here, then I remembered

Have you ever wondered what it was like to lose a very close family member, well this is about the time that my wonderful and beautiful dog died very unexpectedly. My dog died Wednesday, November 2, 2016. I am still staying strong and keeping my family happy by thinking with understanding and empathy. They support me when I am sad just like I support them. When my dog died it was the hardest thing in the world, she died in three and a half hours at only seven years old. I have had my dog since I was four years old and now I am eleven. I am writing this to show my dog that she is very important to me and that I think about her every second of the day. My dog will always stay in my heart no matter how hard it is not to think about her. I know that my dog is in a better place and her soul will always stay with my family as well as her ashes that my family collected on November 7, 2016. I love my dog with all of my heart and still wish she was with my family today. She was a happy and healthy dog that had the best personality in the world and I love her for

When I was six I really, really wanted a dog. I dreamt of adorable, white, fluffy, female dog that would follow me to school and let me dress her up. So every waking moment I would say to my parents things like, “We need something to protect the house when we are gone, we should get a dog,” or, “We need something that will play outside with us, let’s get a dog,” or, “My friend has a dog so we should get a dog.” Soon enough my parents went to the pet store and bought a dog for our family of five, soon to be six. At the time, my older sister, younger brother and I were at my grandma’s home so we were unaware of the surprise we would receive when we got home.

I sat my cat down and walked inside i came back with a bowl of milk. I didn't see my cat so i called for him he came prancing around the corner covered in mud. You couldn't even tell he mad white fur. I was so mad all i could say was “uhhh why today i don't want to deal with this today.” i took him inside so i could give him a bath. After his bath i put him outside after about an hour i went to get him as i picked him up ellie broke her leash pounced at me scaring my cat she chased him down the road. I later found him dead on the side of the road. I fell to my knees crying i picked him up and carried him back to my house. I dug a hole and put him side and buried him. I sat there all night i didn't eat even though my stomach hurt. I didn't move till i fell asleep i woke up late that night and went inside i called my dad and told him what happened. We tried going places that used to make me happy but nothing worked every time i went into the back yard i would cry. After a month i got a new cat but it wasn't the same. I still have a scar from that day and every time i look at it i remember it

There was no escape. I have been imprisoned and sentenced to jail for the remaining years of my life. For I had broken the most important law there was; there shall be no hippies. There was only one way I could possibly escape. I had to pick the lock, but what could I open the lock with? I suddenly realized that I had hidden a few objects in my afro.

So it slowly weakened her until it came to the point that she laid under the deck for two days, barely living but still alive, that we had to take her to the vet and have her put down. It was devastating, having a creature that I loved so dearly be there one second, and then gone the next. I was eight years old, and I heartbroken. Dogs don’t live forever, and that is the tragic part of it. Even though they are only a small part of our world, we are all of theirs. Losing Honey gave me a new appreciation for life, but also a new perspective on death. Through that loss I was able to learn more about God, and that her soul was still alive, and I took comfort in knowing that I would see her again. Dogs are beautiful creatures that love you unconditionally and protect you fiercely, and so what a blessing not just that they get to be a part of our life, but that we get to be a part of

I was having pretty a normal day and then BOOM!! In an instant it all changed for me.

Very few people discuss loss. Many people happily talk about life and the adventures, and excitement every day brings. But loss, loss is a part of life. Those who experience a loss of a loved one, typically avoid discussion, avoid the questions rapidly spewed at them: "So, how has it been?" "How are you holding up?" and they avoid social interactions. But, discussing loss, just like one would discuss life, is essential in fixing the broken pieces. In one year, I experienced a lot of loss. My grandmother, my aunt, and I believed that everyone was being taken from me. So, I recognize the fake smile, the head nodding, and the muster of generic replies. I understand the difficulties in coping, the emotions, the tears, the broken heart, and the insurmountable pain. I understand the feeling that everything inside of you is shattered. But, discussing one's loss, slowly fixes the broken pieces and

sometime i believe thatthere is always somthing waiting for us after our lifeb end but wht if it doesnt ent what happended if you wake up and you are reaborn what happends then. i have been hearing lodes of stories about death and how its going to feel when you die but in my opinon in sared of death and im am afrade of a lot of thing but death has to be up the top you could die tomorrow or msby in 20 30 years but know can really know what it feels like and with me my life is pritty boring and i mean boring i build my own life up the way i would with it to be not like all the fancy cars and the house i mean the sories and msking them funnyer and way better so make my life more intreasting and sometimes it will catch up with me as i said

The dogs, mentioned in the text, have an encounter with death, each one in a different way. When Malte’s sister, Ingeborg, died, their dog perceived her to be there even after her death. He went to her, who was not there, who could not be there anymore. In that encounter with the ‘beyond,’ he could not have returned back. He collapsed there, reaching over to the other side. Once one crosses over to the other side, it is not possible to come back. The dogs at Ulsgaard encountered death through the old Chamberlain. Another dog that Malte mentions in the text, was his dog who died before his eyes. The dog grasped the fact that he was going to die, he could see it. He wanted Malte to stop ‘death’ from entering the door from where he saw it coming to take him. No one could have stopped it. It was already there, inside him: