Personal Narrative: Ecstasy Of Animals

My most memorable pet is my old dog hitch who died from bone cancer last year on my birthday. Lovable Hitch was a good dog If you were happy he was happy. When we noticed he had cancer, he could not walk on his one back leg. We were going to have surgery to remove the cancer but his body was not strong enough to go through the surgery so it was a matter of time till he died said the vet. A month later we were going to have Hitch put down because he was suffering. Hitches heart was still full of love and adrenaline like a very loved dog would but it was a real struggle for him to even move. (Hitch was a golden Doodle). But...

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.

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.

“Hi friend,” Rick called with a wide grin as she eased down next to him, pulling her jacket tighter around herself.

I remember that my mom told me when she was dating my dad. When it was valentines day my mom has always wanted a boxer so my dad went to vet and get something for my mom….

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

I will always watch the Animal Planet where people go to the people houses and rescue the pets. It will hurt me to see that many pets is abused by their pet owner. A few stories that I am connected. One day I saw this two homeless man walking with their dog. So, a car had accidental hit the dog. The dog had died from a head injury. Then, one of the homeless men was crying over the dog that was laying down in a big puddle of blood. It was so sad seeing the dog laying there. The driver said, “ I am sorry for hitting your dog but I have a plastic to cover it up.” This was kind of a touching moment at the time. Another, experience I went through was year ago. One day, they had this black and white puppy staying at a neighbor's house behind me. Every time my brother and I come home, we will always play with it. The puppy will come by our every time wanting us to play with it. The neighbor kept getting tie of the puppy coming by our house. So, he just let it stay with us. My brother and I will always feed and clean the puppy. We name the puppy, Ben. One afternoon, my brother and I were looking for the puppy. I came to conclusion that the puppy got caught by a dog catcher. It was said to hear that puppy was taking. These were the two most important experience of pet ownership.

My dog’s name was Sandy. My mom and dad got her when they got married. She ate the flowers that they got on their wedding that were supposed to last the entire marriage. When I was a baby she would run to my mom whenever I was crying. She would look at my mom with her head to the side, and her ears up. She would never get mad at me if I put her in baby clothes, or put her in a sweater if it was cold outside.

I have loved animals all my life, but I did not have a pet until I was four. For my fourth birthday, my family went to multiple pet stores to get a guinea pig. On our first stop, I saw a guinea pig with completely white fur. She had bulging brown eyes, and I knew that she was the one I wanted. After viewing multiple guinea pigs, we went back to the first pet store and picked up the guinea pig I wanted. They put her in a box and as soon as I got into the car I took her out and named her Snowflake. I played with her every day and I fed her because she was my responsibility. Our bond grew because I had to take care of her and I was constantly playing with her. As years passed, I stopped playing with her as much as I used to. She grew older and

One day around two o'clock pm I got a phone call from my dad. I answered it and it was awful news. He told me that our dog, Cruiser, had passed away. He was only four years old, and none of us were expecting it. I thought that nothing good would have ever come out of it. But something did. Cruiser and I were never that close, I never really ever wanted to go out and see him at our farm, but I still loved him to death.

The light in my room is flickering, almost as if it’s a kitchen timer that’s timing me to do this before time runs out. Straight ahead of me are the pictures of myself when I had been a kid. I wondered “What would my younger self-do?”. I knew for a fact that she would stick her ground. At that moment I a shiver go down my spine. A rush of electricity ignites my body. It was now or never I thought. I’m ready to release myself into the wild, after being held as if I were a captive animal, longing for release, for nearly a year.

The novel The Lives of Animals revolves around a novelist named Elizabeth Costello. She is an animal rights activist and it so consumes her that she begins to be disgusted with the human race and the way that they treat animals. She hates meat eaters and is only focused on animal rights in her old age. Her son works at a university and while admires her work, is a bit embarrassed by it as well. Especially when Costello is going to do a lecture on animal rights at the university he works at. Her son’s friends at the school disagree with her lecture as most of it emphasized the fact that human reason is not a value of life and is stupid. Following the lecture, characters approach Costello with questions regarding animal rights surrounding philosophical as well as religious aspects.

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

It was and endless repetition of when we jump dog bites our feet through the tramp. When out of nowhere the dog jumps on. Uh! Oh! We all thought. They all huddled together and I was face to face with the growling beast. It felt like it was slow motion. My friends moving like a snail towards each other each step louder and slower than the other. I saw them look towards me and their smile was changing. What was it changing into? Oh no their face looked worried. Scared to turn my head in the direction they were staring at it was Brooklyn’s dog. He was flying through the air. His feet one by one landed on the tramp, and making the tramp scream as if he was a roller coaster making people scream. There standing was the beast. I felt like it was a stare down. Neither one of us dared to blink and then the dog blinked. When he was barely going to close his eye I decided to move a little away from where he was staring. He noticed he hurried and opened his eyes. He lunged forward towards me. Then BOOM!!!! I was tackled by the dog. I immediately went into a ball. As scared as I was I couldn’t let my friend’s dog hurt me. “OW!!” I shouted from the top of my lungs. Then all I saw was blood….

My happiest childhood memories all involve my dog, Micchan, who I got when I was 8 years old. I had begged my mom relentlessly for my own dog for at least an entire year before she finally gave in and said yes.