Personal Narrative Essay : Losing A Best Friend

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.

I remember everything as if it were yesterday. The shock, the sadness, the pain, and the sickness she had to suffer. I remember sitting beside her, holding her hand as she had IV’s put into her arms. I remember the conversations we had; she’d explain to me how she just wanted to go outside again; she’d be enthusiastic for the day she got out of the hospital; we made plans for when she beat cancer. Two years have gone by so fast, and there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about her.

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.

I constantly feared the worst-case scenario: death. That feeling I had, it was something I wouldn 't wish upon anyone. My heart ached, hoping and praying for the best. Monday, we went to visit her, and she looked awful. She couldn 't even stand. Something in my mind told me she wasn 't going to make it. I tried to fight that feeling, but once we were home, I collapsed on my bead and burst into tears. I couldn 't shake the feeling she was going to die. It was the one time I wished for me to be wrong. Unfortunately, I wasn 't. Tuesday, she ended up passing away while being transported to an emergency animal treatment center.

My dad was going to try to start his own bookkeeping company, with the help of our other uncle—who also lived in Nevada—Larry. This time, the trip only took six days. Again, it was pretty uneventful aside from the day that we drove in a snowstorm, which was pretty cool, but also scary because the windshield fogged up, and we couldn't see the road for a while. But other than that, nothing really happened. Just a lot of driving. Anyway, when we got to Nevada, we had to stay in a hotel for a few days while my parents looked for an apartment. Since we didn't really have much time to prepare and plan for the move, everything was going really fast. We didn't find a place to live before moving. Luckily, the first apartment they applied for accepted us, so we only stayed in the hotel for 2-3 days before moving into the apartment. The whole bookkeeping thing didn't really work out. He got a couple jobs here and there, but they were all temporary. We had some hope a few times that maybe it was starting to lift off the ground, but it never really did. So, my dad gave up on that, and starting sending resumes out to a bunch of different companies again. Eventually, he got a couple of part-time jobs, but nothing to really support us. During this time, our dog, Olive was starting to get sick. Olive was an amazing dog. She was really sweet and lovable. We had her ever since I was 3. She was like my animal sister. She was developing a cancerous tumor in her mouth, and she had some disease that made her body incapable of absorbing the nutrients from her food. So she continuously got skinnier and weaker everyday. Finally, we decided that we shouldn't let her suffer anymore. We had to put her down. And if that blow wasn't enough, my dad lost both of the part-time jobs. After a few more months of struggling, my dad finally got another job interview. And a while later, we found out he got the job. Overjoyed, he took it. But we had to move again. This time,

A few years ago, our dog Tasha was diagnosed with cancer around the age of two. She was taken to the vet to treat what was thought to be a torn ACL but I returned home to find out she had a cancer called osteosarcoma. We did everything to make sure she would be okay. She was often taken to the CSU Animal Cancer Center for chemotherapy treatment and eventually to amputate her leg. After the surgery, we hoped that we had stopped the growth of the cancer. Unfortunately, this was not the case and we eventually had to put Tasha down before she could experience anymore pain. This was all before she was even three years old. This loss was hard for our house. It was quiet and there was a lack of that chaos we had learned to love. We struggled with

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.

Our dog, Bella, passed away and while we were shocked, the emotions we experienced didn’t correspond with the five stages of grief. Our Saturday was completely ordinary, until late in the afternoon, while we were watching TV, Bella suddenly could not walk. As my mom hurried to help her, I felt it in my gut, Bella was leaving us. As we drove back to our house from the emergency veterinary clinic, a solemn silence as dense as a thunderous cloud hung over me and my family. Even our other dog, Tia, was unusually quiet when we arrived back home.

We’ve had her since before I was born.. She was my first dog. I still remember when my grandpa and I would always take her on walks on the beach, and when we would play fetch with my favorite frisbee at the park. My dog, Princess, and I had a very strong bond. She was my best friend. As she grew older, she became very sick and developed some type of cancer. It was a very painful experience for both her and I. The cancer would cause Princess to suffer daily. She wasn’t able to eat, sleep, or walk. As it got worse, my grandpa decided that it would be best to put her down so she would no longer suffer. I remember the day perfectly.. It happened in our backyard. It was depressing to see her leave, but I knew it was

The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

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.

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

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside