Personal Narrative: A German Shorthair Hunting Dog

When we first started to notice a change in his energy level and eating habits my entire family became worried. Jack wasn’t as interested in his food, which was extremely rare for him. When we first began to notice these changes we immediately knew something was wrong. After a few days of his strange behavior my parents and I decided to take Jack to the vet. We walk in the cold veterinarian office, unknowing that in only two short weeks this would be the place that Jack would pass away. We get Jack checked in and sit down, impatiently waiting for his name to be

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.

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.

In my own life, I had my own “Marley and Me,” but with a dog named Flint. I got involved with the organization Guiding Eyes for the Blind my sophomore year of high school, and was placed with an adorable yellow lab in early May. In the beginning I was overwhelmed with school work and raising an eight week old puppy. Flint was destroying the furniture, biting my ankles as I walked, not sleeping through the night, and having accidents left and right. At some points I even thought about giving up after several occasions, such as the time I called him a “devil dog” after he chewed through my favorite pair of running shoes. After weeks of more tears and more pairs of shoes, Flint became my best friend. We went shopping together, played fetch,

My week hasn't been very good, my dog Corina wasn't very well last week, but thank goodness, she is ok now, but my little black cat Cristobal died yesterday and I don't know why yet. I think maybe he was older than I thought because he was already an adult cat when I adopted him.

We started to notice the decrease in his health. But painfully the day had finally come. The mourning Sunday of May 31st, 2015, Arthur had passed. I remember my Mom waking me up early around 7:00 AM, and she said “It’s time.” and I immediately knew what she was talking about, so we hauled him into the car where he just lay there in the backseat, as lifeless as a brick. We got to the vet and they took him in and we said our last words to him on the operating table that they were going to inject him this fluid to slowly, un-painfully put him down. I said my final words to him which were, “You were the best dog any human could ever ask for.” and even my older brother who is an adult now started to cry. The dog that he had known for 15 years of his life. My little brother Noah, who was down syndrome did not really recognize the situation, but later we told him what had happened. They gave him to us in a box and we took him home, and rightfully buried under his favorite tree. One of Jackie Robinson’s nine traits, helped get me through this which was courage. We knew that it was hard to put him down and that we would miss him greatly, but we also knew that he was

We would run outside, play with toys, and I taught him how to do some tricks like jumping up to grab his treat from my hand. When I would be feeling down he was always there to lick my feet, which tickled a lot. However, when I got older I had less time to play with Mick, and as he got older, he got bigger and slower. He wasn’t allowed in the house by the time he was 12 because he shed a lot. Then, he developed a bad cough when he was 14 that sounded like he was throwing up. For the next couple months, he rarely got out of bed, but it didn’t help that only 3 of his legs worked and he was so

What makes this story ironic about it too, at first the dog was on a verge of dying and saw an opportunity to survive. The character super ego and stubbornness not to listen to his elder is what got him killed. If only he had some assistance when trying to build another fire or simply not travel under extreme conditions he would have been alive. His strength alone was not enough to meet the standards of survival. This teaches the protagonist a consequenceing lesson for underestimating

My first time dealing with the death of a pet was very hard to do. We once had a dog named Apollo. We bought Apollo when he was just a small puppy and from there he just grew himself into our hearts. He was pretty hard to house train and keep him from antagonizing our other two dogs, but we somehow made him work. Apollo was a joyful, nice dog. We tried to make him as a mean guard dog but, he was just too gracious to bugde. We've had Apollo for a little while. We watched him grow from the small puppy he was, to the big and healthy puppy he was supposed to be. We took a lot of good care for all of our dogs, so none of them really got sick; well at least not on our terms.

When I was fifteen, I got a puppy as a gift from my parents for my birthday. Having longed for a new puppy for so long, words could not describe how thrilled and ecstatic I was. I could not wait to bond with my new pet; teach him tricks and take him for walks. I loved my new puppy, and decided to name him Mika. Mika belonged to the German Shepard breed, and stood no taller than my calf. I was in love.

Danny decided to take the puppy home and name him Rex. At first Danny was very worried that this could affect him in a negative way by bringing up memories of the war and Cody. A big part of him hoped this puppy would be a very positive

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 a week or so earlier when my mom came home after bringing Journey home from the vet. There were so many tears that day. She told me that Journey had a tumor where his large and small intestine met. The tumor was baseball sized and because of its size, was blocking part of his digestive system. Basically, Journey was going to starve to death if we didn’t put him down. The shards of memory from that day rushed back to me as Journey refused to eat anymore.

Those who have pets know that even though you cannot communicate with their pets, their pets and them grow closer and closer the longer they live together. Pets grow to become members of the family. My family and I have owned many different animals, and sadly many of them have passed away. There have been two dogs, one cat, two gerbils, and one hermit crab that have died in our family. I do not remember all of them personally, but one that I do remember was one of the dogs, named Ziggy. He was a Shih Tzu and he grew to be one of my best friends. Him and I played for hours outdoors in the summer, played inside when the weather was bad, and he slept with me at night. My parents were always surprised about how close Ziggy and I were right from the moment I was brought home from the hospital. My mother took many pictures of Ziggy just laying next to me on a blanket, or even him lying next to my crib or playpen. Growing up together, Ziggy and I became closer and closer. When I was 7, Ziggy began to show his age and had to be put down, and I felt as though I was losing my best friend. Ziggy, although he was not human, taught me that not matter how close you get to somebody or something, that person or thing may not always be there for you. The people that you may be closest to may have something happen to them, such as death, injury, or disease, that may disable people to be there for you. That was a

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